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“But I want to give in to it sometimes, only because I'm tired and the feeling that I've had for a while-that something is haunting me down-becomes all consuming and I'm frightened that one morning there will be not enough to keep me going.”

Quote by Melina Marchetta

Book:On The Jellicoe Road
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On The Jellicoe Road

This book is a coming-of-age story that delves into the complexities of family dynamics and the impact of historical events on individual lives. The narrative is woven through the perspective of Taylor, whose life is deeply affected by the legacy of the Jellicoe family and the events of World War II. more

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Melina Marchetta
Melina Marchetta

Melina Marchetta is an Australian author renowned for her young adult literature. Her works often delve into complex interpersonal relationships and profound emotional experiences, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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