Where the Trees WereBy Inga SimpsonSnappy ReviewInga Simpson is a gloriously beautiful writer. While I didn’t connect with the story as much as Mr Wigg, her ability to bring to a tale to life and put you right in the middle is formidable.
I was back in my childhood, with trips to the river, and farm chores; the expectations, anticipations and eventualities.
Another brilliant and poetic novel from a spectacular Australian writer.Synopsis‘All in?’ Kieran pulled me up, and the others followed. We gathered around the bigger tree. No one asked Matty – he just reached up and put his right hand on the trunk with ours.
Kieran cleared his throat. ‘We swear, on these trees, to always be friends. To protect each other – and this place.’

Finding those carved trees forged a bond between Jay and her four childhood friends and opened their eyes to a wider world. But their attempt to protect the grove ends in disaster, and that one day on the river changes their lives forever.
Seventeen years later, Jay finally has her chance to make amends. But at what cost? Not every wrong can be put right, but sometimes looking the other way is no longer an option.