“You know what your mum might be?' 'You're not really asking, are you? This is rhetorical, isn't it?' 'A real life desperate housewife. Maybe your mum's hooking and she -' "What are you, drunk? There's a five-year-old in the back… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“For a moment we sit in silence. Eventually, I turn to him and say, "Do you believe in God?" His eyes narrow for a… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“You know what your mum might be?' 'You're not really asking, are you? This is rhetorical, isn't it?' 'A real life desperate housewife. Maybe… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“Still, Emma and I somehow struck up the type of friendship that lasts through primary school and high-school cliques, and our fathers are both… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“But opposites attract, as they say, and that's certainly true when it comes to Emma Marchetta and me. She's the beauty and I'm the… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“She sorts out her lipstick with a glance in the hall mirror, her free hand simultaneously pointing out rogue books and magazines that suddenly,… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“I feel like saying something back to her. Something like, 'Eat hanger, bitch.' Except that Skeletor here doesn't look like she's eaten anything at… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“Five minutes later and the three of us are pushing through the heavy, swinging doors of the Brisbane Watchhouse. A place that at six… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“Insane asylum' - among the great narrative options, that'd be one step short of 'and then she woke up', right? Or is that what… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“After the third call from my mother, he comes in in a Hawaiian shirt. He is, frankly, bright orange. A shade of personal orange… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“MARK! What the hell are you doing? That's revolting. Stop that immediately.' And that's when Mark looks up at me and says, in a… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“My father is standing at the sink wearing a too-tight long-sleeved red T-Shirt, a pair of too-high jeans and sporting the type of orange… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
“I don't hate you, you're just the most annoying person in my life.” — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share Image
