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159 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1976
She was called Alexandra after her maternal grandmother, who had just died and so had no further use for the name herself.This is a good example of the sprinkling of wry humour throughout the story. It's not generously strewn about, but it lightens the tension every so often.
Clasping her knees, staring at the buckles on Mrs. McFadyen's best shoes, Donul decided she hated all womenkind - the mother who had deserted her, the old woman and her daughter who had dealings with the Little People at her birth, the gossiping Mrs. McFadyen and her friends, the bored university students with their quick, impatient ways. She put out of her head any thought of ever being that hateful thing, a woman: she was a boy, her name was Donul, like the old man who had controlled his dog so wonderfully on the hill and worked so quietly and gently amongst the sheep. She set about buttressing this picture of herself in every way she could, and with the thoroughness typical of everything she did, she would not answer unless addressed as Donul. She found a drawer full of her brother's clothes and would wear nothing but shorts, shirts and pullover. One day her father would be proud of his son, her mother sorry she had refused to acknowledge her dark-haired boy.