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On Writing: Melina Marchetta on Heroines.

On Writing: Melina Marchetta on Heroines.

OK, I could pretty much say anything right now. I’m pretty sure the majority of you have already skipped ahead and… well, I don’t blame you because yes, I have Melina Marchetta here today, talking about how she writes her heroines. It’s probably futile to say that I love Melina Marchetta’s books. If you’ve ever … Continue reading

Review: No & Me – Delphine de Vigan

Review: No & Me – Delphine de Vigan

Synopsis from Goodreads.  Parisian teenager Lou has an IQ of 160, OCD tendencies, and a mother who has suffered from depression for years. But Lou is about to change her life—and that of her parents—all because of a school project about homeless teens. While doing research, Lou meets No, a teenage girl living on the … Continue reading

On Writing: Titles, Titles, Titles

Just recently I’ve been having a bit of a nightmare with WIP Numero Deux. I don’t know what it is. Probably because it’s Christmas and work’s busy at the moment and it’s cold and it’s frosty and it’s difficult to write when wearing these: But I don’t want to take them off because my room … Continue reading

Review: A Little Wanting Song – Cath Crowley

Review: A Little Wanting Song – Cath Crowley

Synopsis from Goodreads. A summer of friendship, romance, and songs in major chords. . . CHARLIE DUSKIN loves music, and she knows she’s good at it. But she only sings when she’s alone, on the moonlit porch or in the back room at Old Gus’s Secondhand Record and CD Store. Charlie’s mom and grandmother have … Continue reading

On Writing: Dianne Touchell on “Difficult” Subjects

On Writing: Dianne Touchell on “Difficult” Subjects

To say I am a fan of “gritty” subjects would be an understatement. It would also be an understatement to say I am a fan of “difficult” subjects, “intense” subjects, “controversial” subjects, “dark” subjects. It probably wouldn’t be a stretch to say I’m a fan of the “quotation marks” but this is because I’m trying … Continue reading