MARCHETTA WEEK day three: favourite friendship

“what happens when she’s not my memory anymore? what happens when she’s not around to tell me about his belt leaving scars across my two-year-old brother’s face or when he whacked her so hard that she lost her hearing for a week? who’ll be my memory?”

santangelo doesn’t miss a beat. “i will. ring me.”

“same,” raffy says.

i look at him. i can’t even speak because if i do i know i’ll cry but i smile and he knows what i’m thinking.

taylor, raffy, chaz and jonah, on the jellicoe road


Tom x Tara for finchmackee

Dear Tom,

I’ll tell you what I remember, seeing as you asked. That after we made love that night in my parents’ house, you asked me to get out of bed, naked. Remember how I felt? I mean we had just had sex, so that’s as intimate as I thought it got, but it’s funny that I don’t remember that part as much as you making me stand in front of you with nothing on and we were freezing cold and I felt so exposed, like I felt you could see inside the guts of me. And remember, I cried? And you were like, Shh, shh, don’t. You’re beautiful, and I can’t believe I’m writing this now, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget your voice when you said that. I think I loved you at that moment. 

But then Joe happened, and you didn’t ring or anything. You didn’t let me see you exposed from all your pain. You hid and you left me there, starkers, and for so long, for so, so long, I felt raw. Don’t ever ask anyone to do that again, Tom. Don’t ever ask them to bare their soul and then leave it. It’s fucking cruel and no matter how much pain you were in, you had no right. Because sometimes it makes me want to shudder, because sometimes I still think I’m there in my bedroom standing naked, except it’s like the whole world can see me, and they’re laughing like sometimes I remember people laughing at me behind my back in high school. And it makes me just want to cry with shame.


Dear Tara,

If you think I’ve forgotten anything about that night, you, most gorgeous girl, are laboring under great misapprehension. I remember everything. I remember your petticoat.. slip… whatever the hell it’s called, and how you let me take it off. You made me close my eyes and that was even more of a turn on.

You’ve always seen through me and that’s freaked me out. You saw the stuff I didn’t show other people. The part of me that sometimes can be a bully, because I come from a family of it. Learned behavior because I think my dad was taught by Bill and Bill was taught by his father and sometimes I feel it inside me as well, except we’re not actually comfortable with it, but it’s there and it frightens all of us. And that night you saw the fear. You made it go away for just one minute and then Joe happened and I couldn’t speak anymore and the numbness-please, God don’t ever let me feel that numbness again. I think I was scared that you wouldn’t be able to make the numbness go away and if my mum and dad and Anabel couldn’t, and then you couldn’t, I didn’t know whether I could handle that.

I know I stuffed up and I know your peacekeeper probably treated you like gold and I’ve treated you like crap but I want you to know that I remember the conversations we had in Year Twelve, when you told me you wanted to do a cultural studies degree because you believed in trade, not aid, and you believe that the only way was to ask the questions and listen to the needs of the people and I remember thinking that exact moment, I want to change the world with her. And I remember feeling that again in Georgie’s attic. That’s a powerful gift you have there Ms. Finke. To make the laziest guy around want to change the world with you. So next time you remember standing in your bedroom naked, know that it is the most amazing view from any angle, especially the one where we get to see inside.

Love always,



 Melina Marchetta Week: Day 2: Most Soul-Crushing Scene:

The Piper’s Son

It’s silent in the car, and he doesn’t realize until they reach Byron that he hasn’t said a word the whole time. They change drivers at Lennox Head and sit on the beach for a while, just watching the surfers. It’s cold, but he doesn’t want to move. It reminds him too much of that time with Tara Finke at Maroubra on the night of graduation.

Because back then, there was the promise of the next day when he drove back to Georgie’s and they all got together. All the Mackees and their friends to say “Hooray,” as Bill and Auntie Margie Finch, and the rest of those who came from the Burdekin would say “Hooray” to Joe, who was off to London to a teaching job.


Then Joe grabbed his face, grinning. “You wanted to. I can see it in your eyes, you cheeky bastard.”

And that look of joy, that look of total euphoria, is the last image he has of Joe.

He starts crying and he can’t stop. He doesn’t know where it comes from, this grief. How it blindsides you. But Justine’s hand comes across to clutch his, like she’ll never let go, and Francesca’s holding him, murmuring his name over and over again, and he just wants to go back to the moment when he was in that water. At that near-perfect moment in his life when Tara Finke was in his arms. Because if he could go there, he could start from scratch and make everything in his life right.


marchetta week | day 4: crossover you’d like to see

jonah and tom meeting each other for the first time 

In my mind since Ben and Justine are dating, the Riverina gang and the Inner West gang should meet at least once right? and I reckon they’d hate each other on sight but Taylor and Tara would bond instantly. ANYWAY, MORE JELLICOE/TPS CROSSOVERS like maybe The Fey will have a music rematch with Deluge again or something ok I’ll shut up now


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     ➤ finchmackee

“Once when Joe was at uni, he ended up in the lockup at Stanmore police station because he and his dickhead friends got drunk and stole a street sign. So he rings your father and he starts making up the lyrics to Paul Kelly’s ‘How to Make Gravy.’ But instead of singing, ‘Hello Dan, it’s Joe here,’ he sang, ‘Hello Dom, it’s Joe here.’”

“Then he sang about every member of the family. Your auntie Margie Finch coming down from Queensland and your mum’s family coming from the coast, and he was bellowing out, ‘Who’s going to make the jelly?’ instead of the ‘gravy.’”

Tom can’t help chuckling, no matter how many times he’s heard that story.

“He reckons even the cops were killing themselves laughing,” she says.

“He taught me the chords to that song, you know,” Tom says.

“‘It’s a love story, Tommy,’ he told me. ‘It’s a love story between Dan and Joe and every member of their family.’”

Finnikin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “This isn’t right for you!” he said.

But she stepped forward and placed a finger to his lips, and there it was before him. The greatest prayer to the gods he could muster with a heart so broken. ‘Don’t let me outlive this woman. Don’t let me exist one moment without her.’

“Is it right for anyone?” she asked, her voice so sad that he had to pray for the strength not to weep before her.


“Once more,” Tesadora ordered as the girl tried to raise herself again. Finnikin watched as Quintana mouthed a word with a weariness that was heartbreaking.


So Finnikin gently pushed past Isaboe and the women and stepped behind Froi’s girl. Pressing himself against the cave wall, he propped her up against him.

“Lean on me. I won’t let you fall back,” he promised.


Melina Marchetta Week: Day 2: Most Soul-Crushing Scene

Quintana of Charyn


marchetta week | day 5: favourite family

de lancey, tippideaux and grijio of paladozza

“Provincaro De Lancey,” [Finnikin] continued. “I’ve been told your children are not of your blood. Do they not count?”
De Lancey was livid. “They’re my children,” he said through clenched teeth. “Regardless of blood ties, they have my name. They have my land. They have my title.” De Lancey stared across at Avanosh. “Are you questioning the rights of my children?”

Melina Marchetta Week: Day 2: Most Soul-Crushing Scene

Jellicoe Road

They sat by the river and he wanted to take Narnie’s hand but didn’t dare.

“Do you know why I couldn’t count how long it took my mother to die?”

As much as he knew that he didn’t want to hear the answer, he shook his head.

“Because she flew out that window. I could see her the whole time. From where I was sitting. And I knew she was dead straightaway because she didn’t have a head, Jude, and I stayed in that spot, not moving a single inch and everyone thought I was scared but I wasn’t. Because if I moved an inch, Webb would see her, and you don’t know how much Webb loved her, Jude, and I would have died right there if I knew that Webb saw her like that. I would have…I would have…”

It was a despair he could not comprehend, spilling from her mouth. Not knowing any other way to stop her, he covered her mouth with his hand but she pulled it away.

“If he doesn’t come back, there’s no one left, Jude,” she whispered, the horror of it all there on her face. “They’re all gone. Everyone’s dead.”

He held her against him and for once he understood what she had felt every day that he had known her.

“Hold my hand,” she said, sobbing against him. “Hold my hand because I might disappear.”

Melina Marchetta Week: Day 2: Most Soul-Crushing Scene

Looking for Alibrandi

So I knocked at her door, and when she answered I hugged her, and like all grandmothers and mothers and people who love you no matter what you do to them, she hugged me back.

“Why?” I asked her when we were seated in the living room.

“Because I was young, Jozzie,” she whispered hoarsely. “Because I was beautiful and for all those years, nobody treated me like I was beautiful but him. Marcus Sandford made me feel special,” she said fiercely.

“Didn’t Nonno Francesco?”

“Your grandfather Francesco treated me like one of his farm animals,” she spat.

I closed my eyes, wondering how she would have felt.

“I dreamt too, Jozzie. I did it because I had dreams just like your dream now. I was not always old.”

I hugged her hard and cried my guts out. More than I’ve ever cried in my whole life because I never thought her capable of dreaming like me.