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“Light is important to us humans. It influences our moods, our perceptions, our energy levels. A face glimpsed among trees, dappled by the shadows and the green-tinged light reflected from the forest, will seem quite different to the same face seen on a beach in hard, dry, sunlight, or in a darkening room at twilight, with the shadows of a venetian blind striped across it like a convict’s uniform.”

Quote by John Marsden

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Everything I Know About Writing

This book serves as a valuable resource for writers at all stages of their careers, providing a wealth of information on various aspects of the writing process, including character development, plot construction, and the art of storytelling. The author shares personal experiences and anecdotes, offering readers a unique perspective on the challenges and rewards of writing. more

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John Marsden
John Marsden

John Marsden, born on September 27, 1950, is an Australian writer known for his works in young adult literature. His books often explore themes of growth, family, and identity, and have gained popularity among readers. more

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