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“You know what? Who cares what normal is, Simone. Let's protest. From now on we're the anti-normal, anti-average, anti-standard. You can eat when you want to, I'll wear what I want, and we'll die with a packet of chips in our hand and a tablecloth on our head.”

Quote by Randa Abdel-Fattah

Work

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

Author

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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