I see you. Legs like toothpicks, body and face all ribs and cheekbones. And that hair. Come on, what is it? Like friggin barbed wire. I see you with a hand-me-down cracked bat, creaming a leather ball in a sock hanging from the brand of a mango tree.
Being accepted into an elite international school on a cricket scholarship doesnt mean your life is going to change. Except it does, because hunky Indika - I for Indika, I for Incredible - takes you under his wing, drags you to posh restaurants and shows you pictures from glossy magazines of women who well, never mind, thats not the point. The point is: if your best friend snogs your girlfriend, can he still be Incredible? Was he ever? But dont sweat the small stuff. There are cricket matches to win, examinations to pass, a horrifying past to forget, sinister schoolmaster to avoid and, of course, a first kiss to finally experience. Prabus life is never going to be the same again.
Funny, diamonds-sharp and unapologetic, Panther is a novel about that familiar, fractured passage to adulthood that can make us magnificent if it does not kill us.
