Another Australian book! It’s to put me in the mood of an upcoming Australian vacation, perhaps?
In any case, Eucalyptusis certainly not the right book for me, but it could be right for others. It’s a dreamlike fairy tale almost, of a man who decides that his daughter can only marry someone can who name the hundreds of varieties of eucalyptus trees he planted on his property and of the daughter who falls in love with a man who tells stories rather than names the trees. It moves very slowly (not so good for me). It’s fairly disjointed (strike #2). And some of the stories are, well, not that great. She falls in love with them, though!