- Talking animals for fuck's sake! I don’t like animals, never have. I couldn't finish this book and bailed at page 106. The fundamental premise is absurd. If it hadn’t won the Victorian Premier’s Literary Award I would never have bought it.
- It really is a silly proposition - a ‘zooflu’ pandemic that enables affected humans to talk to animals and vice versa. I’d rather read a First Nation voice on the land and its vitality.
- The main character Jean would be at home in Nimbin. She's a lowlife and a drunk. Such a cliche.
- The writing is full of vivid similes: ...her whole voice changes - harder and sweeter at the same time, a boiled lolly; ...like a tourist who doesn't know his face from his bum; The stench of the forest, private as an armpit. Although the narrative circles and circles and circles...
- I was constantly asking where’s the depth?
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