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“Are you still doing that crap?" I ask. "You can't even do it properly," Eileen says. "Just a matter of practice," Simone says. "Wow! Practicing how to poison yourself and make your breath reek like the fart of a seagull!" Eileen cries.”

Quote by Randa Abdel-Fattah

Book:Does My Head Look Big in This?
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Does My Head Look Big in This?

This book follows the journey of a young girl who navigates the complexities of her faith and identity in a traditional community. It delves into themes of self-discovery, cultural conflict, and the struggle to maintain personal beliefs amidst societal pressures. more

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Randa Abdel-Fattah
Randa Abdel-Fattah

Randa Abdel-Fattah is an Australian author born on June 6, 1979. Her works primarily focus on multiculturalism and identity, particularly on young people of Aboriginal and Arabic backgrounds in Australia. Her novels and young adult literature are highly appreciated for their profound themes and rich emotional expression. more

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