“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 glow that belongs only on Chernobyl victims. Plus his hair looks like an oil spill. 'Hey… — 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 your mum's hooking and she -' "What are you, drunk? There's a five-year-old in the back seat. And, PS, you're not helping. All she said is that she's at the station . Not in jail .… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share
“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 doctors, although my dad is a GP and Dr Frank is a gynecologist (or, as Emma's two older brothers prefer to call him, a 'box mechanic'). In many ways, I think Emma and I balance each… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share
“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 brains. She loves all forms of reality television, would donate a kidney if it meant she could pash Andrew G, is constantly being invited out to parties and other schools' semi formals, and likes any movie… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share
“She sorts out her lipstick with a glance in the hall mirror, her free hand simultaneously pointing out rogue books and magazines that suddenly, urgently need me to tidy them. She ducks into her bedroom, rummages noisily, makes a brief appearance in the hallway in what can only be described as a Poncho. 'No,' she says. 'No.' And she balls… — Rebecca Sparrow Copy Share
“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
