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Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta


Quintana of Charyn (Lumatere Chronicles #3), Melina Marchetta

Quintana of Charyn (Lumatere Chronicles #3), Melina Marchetta

Recently, at a YA festival in Sydney, I was asked to comment on this genre of YA and my readership. It gets too complicated sometimes, because audience is the last thing you’re thinking of when you write. But I just love that teenagers read my work.
It’s a privileged place we hold in their lives. We have access to places that most people don’t. We’re in those bedrooms late at night; we’re in the very dark place of a young person who feels rage at the world; we’ve been told we make black holes a bit smaller. We try to make sense of a world that stopped making sense to even their parents.
I don’t think for one moment that’s our responsibility as writers, but I’m glad it’s our reality.
Melina Marchetta [x] (via leaningonthesideofwonder)

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Favorite QuotesSaving Francesca by Melina Marchetta

Sir Topher finally looked up. “Because any hope beyond that, my boy, would be too much. I feared we would drown in it.”
“Then I choose to drown,” Finnikin said, “in hope. Rather than float into nothing.”
Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta (via lostinthesounds)
If your people mean no offense, they should not speak their thoughts out loud in front of their children, Tesadora. Because it will be their children who come to slaughter us one day, all because of the careless words passed down by their elders who meant no harm.
Phaedra of Alonso (Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta)
Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock
The truth doesn’t set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.
Melina Marchetta (via rauchwolken)
A piece of me is gone. I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and everytime someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.
Saving Francesca, Melina Marchetta