Deloume Road is named after an early settler on Vancouver Island, who's sad little tale is told in short chapters throughout the book. The book is not about him at all, but about various people who live now, along the road. They all have different problems. Matthew, who has a mentally handicapped younger brother, Andy; The Butcher, who after many years of rearing pigs and running a small deli cannot understand why his wife and son have never come from Russia to join him; Al, whose pilot son is missing since flying back from Alaska; Irene, a Korean whose Korean/Canadian soldier husband was killed in the middle east leaving her lonely and pregnant; Miles, a scap dealer's son who is nearly invisible because he keeps himself hidden from the pain he experiences at home, and the pain caused by other children, who are quick to point out that he smells, that his clothes are old and that he is dirty. All these characters and more are woven together to form a sad story, an observation of what neighbours think of each other, how they interact, how kids can be cruel without every meaning to be. It is true to say that, as echoed on the back cover "Hooton's writing is consistantly alive with imagery". But even though I wanted to like this award winning tale, I couldn't seem to settle to it, and a book that should have been finished in a couple of days, took longer than I liked to complete. The reason for this is that a ploy I usually enjoy, that of having each chapter told by (or in this case about)a character, was spoilt by the shortness of the chapters. In fact, sometimes they are just a paragraph long, and I was constantly adjusting my thought processes to cope with that and it quickly irked me. I would have enjoyed the same story far more told in a different style.