I think this was the book I was trying to read when I developed morning sickness and stopped reading last year, and I finally got back to it. Basically, London teenager Gemma is abducted and stolen away to an Australian desert and develops a kind of queasy kinship with her kidnapper. I liked this less than I thought I would...I wanted to be deeply unsettled by the entire thing, but something didn't quite work for me. The kidnapper was just a little too likeable, too stable. I never actually worried for Gemma's safety, and I'm pretty sure I was supposed to have.