'She was coming toward him in a crooked purple tube top and baggy shorts and brassy sandals studded with rhinestones. She carried a huge pink patent-leather purse and was possibly the worst thing he'd seen all day. 'Hi.' She had a little gap between her teeth, and her eyes were wide set, and she had one of those noses with perfectly round nostrils. She was a pale little freckled pig with eyelashes. 'I'm supposed to ask you for a cigarette.' This ugly kid before Lamb was obviously the brunt of a joke. Stupid. And reckless. Had they any idea who he was? Why he was standing alone in a black suit? What kind of heart, if any, hung inside him? And how was this not a joke on him? He took a pull on his own cigarette and put it out on the bottom of his beautifully polished shoe.'
Tommie is eleven. Lamb is a middle-aged man. He is convinced that he can help her avoid a destiny of apathy and emptiness. He even comes to believe that his devotion is in her best interest.
Having previously read the like of Lolita, The End of Alice and Tiger Tiger, I thought that Lamb would be another of that genre, and to an extent it is, but it's more than that. It starts out more more innocently.
When David first befriends Tommy is seems that he connects with her on a more simplistic level. He has recently lot his father, his marriage is over and he's reaching a midlife crisis. Tommy is fun. She is the child he has never had. He helps her with her troubled home life by making her imagine something better. He want to help her as a father would, doesn't he?