A review by thelibraryofklee
Eddy, Eddy by Kate De Goldi

4.0

"Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness."

Ahhhhh Eddy, sweet child, the trauma is very real for our boy (and I promise, he is ours), an orphan raised by an odd-ball Uncle in Christchurch. The earthquakes (which will be a part of our generations memory) are a catalyst for this coming-of-age tale. Expelled from school, juggling odd jobs, and complex relationships with those around him, Eddy shows us how to come full circle in grief: how to find love, find happiness, find reconnection. In this case, with the help of vibrant discourse and a host of wild characters - both human and animal.

This books language is rich - you may require the odd stop to Google the definition of a word - but this really creates an intriguing challenge for soaking up the dialogue between all relatively intelligent characters. Both comical and heart-breaking, each character shines with their own uniqueness, but with a shared love for those around them. They are perfectly flawed and intensely human in their interactions. This novel really captures something very special, very NZ. It made me laugh. It made me cry (from the very beginning dagnamit). It's a slow burn, character-building type novel that gives us glimpses into the earth-shattering events that happen in Eddy's life, and how he navigates his existence post-trauma/s.

Def get this one in your hands folks - the kiwis will particularly feel this one to their bones.

"On and on went the world, thought Eddy, swirling and determined, rearranging itself around his semi-baffled self.