Taronga by Victor Kelleher
God, I used to love Victor Kelleher. Aussie YA? Yes, please. And this was animals and magic and a young man who I found to be oh-so-similar to me, so it was perfect.
This is the only one of his that I’ve kept because it has the special significance of being the first of his I ever read. I recall none of the other titles, anything about their plots or anything, but he and this book will always have a special place in my heart.