The Last Kings of Sark by Rosa Rankin-Gee

The Last Kings of Sark

Rosa Rankin-Gee

A sweet/bitter story of three young people thrown together on the remote island of Sark. With no restraints, relying on each other for company and support, they enjoy a sweet golden summer. The adult world brushes uncomfortably against them and what happens after summer's end provides a bitter contrast. If you ever had one young summer with space and time to experiment but no responsibilities you will be powerfully reminded of it.





Extract

The boat was suddenly too small and still. Sofi jumped up.
'Fuck this waiting,' she said. 'Feminism!' She zipped up her lifejacket and grabbed the wheel. She fiddled for a second, metal on metal, a tuk-tuk noise. Then there was a roar and we started moving. Jerkily, then incredibly fast. She screamed a 'fuck' which rose in the air like the boat: with me and Pip in the back, it reared, violently, as if on its hind-legs. We were going unbelievably fast, and doing a boat wheelie.
It's funny where your mind goes at moments like that. I remember thinking, This is where I die, this is where it happens. And then this other thought, Somehow I don't mind because here I am with you, by the sea, and we're together.

Parallels
  • My Summer of Love by Helen Cross
  • Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan