A brief and nostalgic romp through an idyllic spell set in the languid Sixties. An uncomplicated period (for us children) of cycle- and rickshaw-rides, playing truant from school, Enid Blyton, Elvis, stealing raw mangoes and guavas and, as Terry Jacks sang, ‘sinning our hearts and skinning our knees’.
The author captures the seemingly intemerate atmosphere of those halcyon days. There is action, romance and a mystery to keep one engrossed.
A commendable first effort.
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