The Matilda Saga #8 – The Last Dingo Summer is an absolute classic and a fitting, deeply satisfying conclusion to an extraordinary series. Once again, Jackie French proves why she is such a master storyteller—she does not disappoint.
Very often, long-running series lose their spark as sequels pile up. Characters can feel tired, plots recycled, and the magic diluted. That never happens with the Matilda Saga. From the moment the benchmark was set, the series only grew stronger, richer, and more emotionally grounded with each book. The Last Dingo Summer is no exception—it is confident, mature, and beautifully written.
I will admit, I finished this book wishing there were more. The way it ends feels deliberate, as though Jackie French may once have considered continuing the story. There are subtle threads left behind that could easily have grown into another novel. Sadly, every search confirms this is the final chapter. While that brings a sense of closure, it also leaves a quiet longing—proof of just how deeply invested I became in this world and its people.
At its heart, the book remains true to the enduring theme of country life: resilience, community, and the unspoken bonds that hold small towns together. The addition of a “murder mystery” element is handled superbly. Like any well-crafted whodunit, suspicion shifts, clues are layered with care, and the truth remains just out of reach until the final reveal. I genuinely did not see it coming, which is a testament to the author’s skill.
One of the most compelling aspects of this book is its portrayal of country policing in the 1970s and 1980s. Jackie French documents it with authenticity and respect—a system built on trust, local knowledge, and human connection. It was policing that understood people, not just procedures, and it worked remarkably well in small communities. Reading this, it is impossible not to reflect on how much has changed. With modern technology and rigid, centralized approaches, that human element has largely been stripped away. While such systems may suit city environments, in country towns—often serviced by just one or two officers—it has proven, in my view, to be a colossal disaster. The rising crime rates we see reported daily seem to echo that loss.
Having lived in the bush myself, including through the 1990s, I witnessed firsthand how those earlier systems operated. Reading The Last Dingo Summer was profoundly nostalgic. It brought back memories of a time when people knew each other, helped each other, and quietly carried one another through hardship without fuss or fanfare.
This book stayed with me long after I turned the final page. It is thoughtful, evocative, and deeply respectful of country Australia and its people. I enjoyed every single minute of the read and wholeheartedly give it 5 stars. A brilliant ending to a remarkable saga—one I will always treasure.
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