Lissie Pendle is about trouble. But not trouble with a capital T. It’s trouble which just…well, it just happens. Usually with the help of her little brother, or Scratcher and his friends, or just….things. Lissie is busy, pre-occupied, if you like, coping with events and trying to sort out and put in their proper place (ie beside and slightly in awe of her) the various eligible boys of the town. In these endeavours she succeeds quite gloriously, although she’s actually the only person who understands this. In the course of telling us about a number of pretty unusual events, such as the case of the killer koala, or what happened in old-fashioned trains’ toilets, or when she met a lady who inserted capital letters into her conversation, or when there was blood instead of ink in the inkwell, or….well, a pile of other things, we discover an Australia of another time. When things were clear, including the air, and life was simpler and, yes, funnier.