Out in that country the sun smeared the sky and nothing ever altered, except that one day a scrap man came by . . .
HER name is scarcely known or remembered. All in all, she is worth less than the nine shillings and sixpence counted into her father's hand.
She bides her time. She does her work.
Way back in the corner of her mind is a thought she is almost too frightened to shine a light on: one day she will run away.
A dark and unsettling tale from the turn of the twentieth century by a master of Australian literature.
Read MoreThis is completely different to anything the author has written before, and in my opinion he's nailed it. A master at his craft, Garry Disher certainly knows how to weave a tale, and Her will stay with me for a long time. A highly recommended 5 star read. - Reading, Writing and Riesling blogAt a descriptive level, as an evocation of a post-Federation world of blowflies, fencing wire and rock buns, Her is almost flawless. - The Saturday PaperHis lyrical prose paints a picture of a historical Australia both beautiful and barren, and serves up a lead character you love and support from the first time you meet her - Herald SunA dark and unsettling tale from the turn of the 20th century by a master of Australian literature. - Mildura MidweekDisher has lovingly crafted You's internal dialogues, allowing moments of beauty and touching descriptions of the harsh yet majestic Australian bush to rescue the narrative from any overbearing sense of despair - Big Issue AustraliaIt's brilliantly told. It's also dark and disquieting. - Queenscliffe Heraldthis is an accomplished, arresting, harrowing novel, replete with horrors even as it tempts us towards hope. - Weekend AustralianWhat is striking about the book is the rich descriptive prose Disher uses so well to tell the gruesome story of survival and endurance. - The Weekly Times