Cruel, egotistical Noel, a thistledown, a cheap balloon whisking willy-nilly away from the piercing, deflating needle of her fine judgement. Geraldine needs to keep her cool through the highs and the lows, but it's maddening when Noel keeps missing the point. The trek up north was gruelling, yet every plant and bird she saw, every sweaty, purposeless mile she crossed, convinced her that they were made for each other. Back home in Sydney, when there's still a gap between them, he has to be made to see.
There has been a bit of discussion around blogs recently about forgotten books and this morning's Blow off the Dust post on The Rap Sheet seemed particularly appropriate as an incentive to join the ranks of reading some old forgotten books. Firstly because we're surrounded by dust storms, and secondly because I got hold of some old favourites recently. So today I'm going to pick up Vanishing Point by Pat Flower originally published in 1975.