WINNER OF THE WESTERN AUSTRALIA PREMIER'S PRIZE FOR AN EMERGING WRITER 2016
WINNER OF THE GENERAL FICTION BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARD, AUSTRALIAN BOOK INDUSTRY AWARDS 2015
WINNER OF THE MATT RICHELL NEW WRITER OF THE YEAR AWARD, AUSTRALIAN BOOK INDUSTRY AWARDS 2015
SHORTLISTED FOR THE DEBUT FICTION AWARD, INDIE BOOK AWARDS 2015
SHORTLISTED FOR THE AUSTRALIAN BOOKSELLERS ASSOCIATION BOOKSELLERS CHOICE AWARD 2015
The heart-warming, multi-award-winning Australian novel that was sold around the world will have you laughing, crying and, by the end, feeling just a little wiser . . .
At seven years old, Millie Bird realises that everything is dying around her. She wasn't to know that after she had recorded twenty-seven assorted creatures in her Book of Dead Things her dad would be a Dead Thing, too.
Agatha Pantha is eighty-two and has not left her house since her husband died. She sits behind her front window, hidden by the curtains and ivy, and shouts at passers-by, roaring her anger at complete strangers. Until the day Agatha spies a young girl across the street.
Karl the Touch Typist is eighty-seven when his son kisses him on the cheek before leaving him at the nursing home. As he watches his son leave, Karl has a moment of clarity. He escapes the home and takes off in search of something different.
Three lost people needing to be found. But they don't know it yet. Millie, Agatha and Karl are about to break the rules and discover what living is all about.
'This is a story of loss and hope with one of the most vivid casts of characters I've come across. In particular, it is red-wellied, seven-year-old Millie our heart weeps and soars for. A great read with ballsy, brilliant writing' MATT HAIG
'First time Australian author Brooke Davis wanted to explore grief as a part of life and she has done that with originality, whimsy and charm' THE AUSTRALIAN WOMEN'S WEEKLY
'Offbeat and funny' THE TIMES
'Expresses heartfelt and profound humanity' THE AGE
'Heartbreaking, funny, brilliant' HERALD SUN
'Enchanting . . . Bubbling with warmth and humour' THE WEST AUSTRALIAN