After it was referred to here (on the Cellar, not this thread) I bought a cheapo copy of
Picnic at Hanging Rock.
Not all that impressed. It's very thin, dated and doesn't have much depth.
Yes, it is the Paris Hilton of real-life-stories.
I did get it for 99p plus postage, and it filled a gap in my education.
And you can't put a price on that.
Well, you can. But it's cheaper second-hand.
But unusual and therefore fun to read a book set in Australia. I think the last one I read was by Nevil Shute
Also read
The Palace of Varieties by James Lear.
I think I now have all of his books, mostly bought cheaply from America.
All gay porn. But all well written.
I might start reading his mainstream novels now (under a different name).