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There is a legend of a bird who wrote a book about a priest with a crush on a little girl, and the back drop was Australia, complete with gum trees and kangaroos and emus, and Bonzer Blokes, and sheep shearing. And Irish convicts. No Aborigines though. I guess they were not invited to this particular party. No Crocodile Dundee or shrimps on the barbee either. This book is beloved; it was made into a beloved miniseries in the 80s. I remember Barbara Stanwyck making Father Richard Chamberlain strip in the rain and admiring his body, and I think then my mom made us turn the channel. I know I've read this book at least one other time, because I remember some gruesome deaths that I won't spoil here. But as a re-read, I came away bored and un-beloving. It's not an awful book. It's well written. It even has a plot. I just didn't find that plot very interesting. I guess I've never lusted after or been in love with a priest.