K is for Thalia Kalkipsakis

I’m writing about Kalkipsakis solely because of a review I found online. It’s a shortlived blog and when you read it you’ll understand that some children have a greater attention span than others and this was probably one of those who started the blog then became bored but I fell in love with the review. I thought it was well written and gave a good feeling for what was right about the book.

So Kalkipsakis has had an interesting life. She grew up on a farm on the outskirts of Melbourne and her parents seemed to have done what every parent has done since the dawn of time, just tried to make do, her mother even tried to save battery hens selling them as backyard chickens. In trying to find another reference for the hen story other than GoodReads I got distracted by a discussion about selling free range eggs, but the first three entries in the search were for Kalkipsakis.