tara finke


YA LIT MEME: Seven Friendships.

↳  SAVING FRANCESCA + THE PIPER‘S SON; Francesca Spinelli, Tara Finke, Siobhan Sullivan, Justine Kalinsky, Thomas Mckee and Jimmy Hailler. [1/7]

Your friends are at the house.’
I sit up, straight. ‘Who’?
'I don’t know. Weird people. The Sullivan girl, whose father got the Gosford police to pick you up.’
'And another one who’s making cups of tea for everyone, and keeping the boy who’s telling Luca fart jokes away from the girl who says he’s “the last bastion of patriarchal poor taste”.’
'Justine, Thomas and Tara.’
And the drug fiend, Jimmy, is keeping Mia calm and the Trombal boy’s rung about ten times. I don’t like his manner on the phone.’
'You won’t like any guy’s manner on the phone.

Let’s all be honest here, if your a fan of Melina Marchetta’s books, you like pain.

The sweet, glorious pain that comes from well developed characters and crushing love stories of broken people finding each other and helping each other mend.


YA LIT MEME: Three Endings.

↳  THE PIPER’S SON  by Melina Marchetta. [3/3]

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t had a cigarette for a week. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Anabel and his mum and spoken to Georgie. Maybe it’s because Tara Finke is his girl, but all of a sudden, Tom feels as if he can breathe properly for the first time in a long time.


“Okay, you can say a novena to help my love life, Nanni G. Her name’s Tara Finke. F-i-n-k-e. Don’t forget the e. Everyone does and she gets cranky.”

But Grace is shaking her head. “Tara Finke? Didn’t you break her heart, Tommy?”

“No,” he says, irritated. “Who told you that?”

“I’ll see what I can do, but I’m sure there are some people out there who organize novenas for Tara Finke’s people. To keep Thomas Finch Mackee away from her.”

pre-marchetta week (bonus) > favourite young adult ship

marhetta week starts on monday 28th december, check @marchettadaily


MARCHETTA WEEK » day 3 | an alternate universe

In a kingdom far, far away, live four strong yet very different women. When an unknown source of evil sets its eyes on their homeland, the four strangers have to unite forces to defeat this wicked darkness that leaves everything it touches in ruins.

Alliances will be made.
Loyalties will be tested.
Blood will be spilled.

Time is running out and darkness is raising its head.


marchetta week; a song for your otp

bask in the glory
of all our problems
‘cause we got the kind of love
it takes to solve 'em

yeah, I got issues
and one of them is how bad I need you

Tom x Tara ft. Julia Michaels’ Issues 


ya lit meme- 3/10 books/series

saving francesca by melina marchetta

This year has been one of the best years I’ve ever had and I might win the uncoolest-person-of-the-year award by saying this, but if you weren’t my friends, I think I’d just go into some kind of coma.”


The Piper’s Son

“You can know someone all your life, like your parents or family, but I’ll tell you this, Ned. There’s an expression on their face, or a tone in their voice, or a way they walk, that you’ve never ever seen before.
Like they’ve kept it hidden. Until their brother dies. Or their son. I remember those days and they were like these strangers and I wanted to say, Who are you people?”


“This year has been one of the best years I’ve ever had and I might win the uncoolest-person-of-the-year award by saying this, but if you weren’t my friends, I think I’d just go into some kind of coma.”

- Saving Francesca, Melina Marchetta 

(the f-up five, the f-up five: next gen)


Marchetta Meme  Friendships [2/8] : Frankie and her girls 

Because my face looks just like theirs and I haven’t felt like anyone else since I was in Year Seven and Siobhan Sullivan and I did the Macarena in the foyer of the chapel and got lunchtime detention for a week.


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,




[thomas finch mackee]

I don’t recall the word dick or head being in Frankie’s text to us that day you turned up at the Union. As you pointed out, I have a brilliant memory, and the exact words were, I think we’re getting our Tom back.

[tara finke]

“You cried,” she says, her voice so gentle it kills him. Tara Finke doesn’t do gentle. Tara Finke does practical, or abrupt, of furious, or passionate. But the gentleness in her voice undoes him.

[francesca spinelli]

Sometimes he feels a pull toward Francesca. She was the reason he came into their group. It was her misery that united them, and somehow it ended up being her personality that kept them together when everyone split.

[siobhan sullivan]

The last time Tom had seen Siobhan was night in Darlinghurst when he was out with his ex-flatmates and she was about to head off to London. Siobhan hadn’t held back telling Tom what she thought of him. He couldn’t imagine things being any different eighteen months later.

[justine kalinsky]

Justine is playing, too. How Justine could be so uninhibited on stage and then be unable to speak to a musician she likes baffles Tom. She says the violinist is a genius, but Tom thinks she is and for a moment their eyes meet and she grins at him because it’s what would happen onstage when they used to perform.

[jimmy hailler]

It wasn’t until Jimmy Hailler called him on it, not until the crazy bastard had started sitting with him in woodwork classes, that he actually started talking. Jimmy Hailler was a killer of a listener. The guy understood fragmented people.