Eve’s first memory is from when she’s four years old: they’re playing under the mulberry tree in the back yard of her grandmother’s house in Kensington.
When she laughs at her father’s jokes, he and his friends chortle with her. Until he tells her to fetch his belt from the bedroom. So begins Eve’s story -- her exploration of men, and the mixed messages they send.
Her curiosity gets the better of her: first with the babi around the corner who gives her her first pasela sweets, then the Jewish shopkeeper who likes to watch her try on dresses in the fitting room, his hands in his pants. It all just seems like fun, until she crosses a line with Mr Simon, her standard-five art teacher.
Playing Lolita is a dangerous hobby, she learns. And no one will believe in her innocence, least of all herself. An engrossing, disturbing and highly readable novel set in Kensington, Cape Town in the sixties and seventies.