It dropped me into another world, full of surfing lingo and weather reports, charmingly different speech patterns, and the ubiquitous word "mate." I have absolutely no familiarity with surfing whatsoever, but I love reading about characters who are so passionate about what they do. For reasons passing Carly's understanding, this young kid latches onto her, and suddenly Carly has two people trying to be her friend, to claim pieces of her heart. Danny is fifteen and has synesthesia, which means he sees people as colors. At the same time, Carly runs into a quirky kid named Danny. If she might be ready, finally, to not be alone anymore. And gradually she begins to wonder if it might be worth responding to one of his many offers of friendship. But he seems genuinely interested in Carly. Ryan is older and seems to have a slightly checkered past. Until she meets Ryan-another avid surfer who starts showing up at Carly's favorite spot. And as unbelievably private as she is, Carly is comfortable with the way things are. well, if not precisely stimulating, it's her life. And she has very carefully arranged everything in her life to accommodate that one pursuit in the hopes that she'll be so absorbed in it, she'll never have to think about what happened to her two years ago. She avoids answering calls from her disapproving mother. She works nights as a cook at a somewhat dicey cafe. She lives in a messy apartment, which she shares with a Dutch woman named Hannah. She dropped out of university awhile ago for reasons both complicated and painful. As I looked into tracking down a copy, I remembered I'd read very positive reviews on several of my favorite sites, and after checking out Kirsty Eagar's site, it quickly became clear that my best (and fastest and cheapest) shot would be downloading the eBook and going from there.
But nothing about the rest of it reels me in and, having read it, this neither looks like how I picture Carly, nor does it really capture the many complexities of what is going on in this novel. I like the title font and color just fine. As far as the cover goes, well, I'm not wild about it.
All I can say is, I saw a reference to it somewhere and I got a feeling. But I wasn't really interested until a few days ago, when for some odd reason I started investigating it seriously. And I vaguely knew that it wasn't really available here in the states. I knew it was written by an Australian author.
Raw Bluehas been skirting the edges of my consciousness for awhile now.
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