Quote by: Melina Marchetta

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, 'What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said, 'Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,' and that was the last thing he ever said.


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Author Bio


  • NameMelina Marchetta
  • DescriptionAustralian teen writer
  • BornMarch 25, 1965
  • CountryAustralia
  • ProfessionWriter
  • WorksLooking For Alibrandi; Finnikin Of The Rock; On The Jellicoe Road