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978-1-84659-018-4
Fiction
June 2007
Paperback
13 x 20 cm
255 pages
£8.99

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About the Author
Adrian Michael Kelly was born in Ontario. He has lived in South Korea, Switzerland and Italy. His short fiction and literary journalism have appeared in a number of publications.

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Down Sterling Road

Adrian Michael Kelly

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It's 1979, and just over three years since eleven-year-old Jacob McKnight's brother was killed.

His father, a hard-nosed Scot, has taken to long-distance running, pushing Jacob to go further and further down Sterling Road. But Jacob doesn't like running. Hates the hills especially - they bring on memories of his brother's broken body, his parents' shattered marriage.

He tries to make sense of things by filling in his Anatomy Colouring Book, sneaking into the local chocolate factory with his mates, befriending the abused dog across the way and, finally, by going the long haul with his dad.

A gripping, often funny tale of a boy coming to terms with his bewildering loss.


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'An emotive, tightly laced tale of a son and his father striving for stability while coming to terms with family-altering tragedy.'
Calgary Herald

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To watch them slog it round the old horse track up beside the arena almost hurt at first. Thick spit stuck to Dad's huff-puffing lips. His slow heavy strides, like the ground wouldn't let him lift his feet. Neily slowing down for him, jogging backwards. C'mon, Johnny McKnight, move those bones. Shut yer gob, Waldengarden. Jockeys on the trot flicking whip sticks and clucking their tongues and having a laugh, look at these wackos, who in hell runs round a dirt track at seven in the morning? Every day. Even Sundays.

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