Saturday, September 13, 2008

Based on a False Memory

When I was 13, my mom bought me "Looking for Alibrandi" for some holiday. I blame this book for the beginning of my Australia obsession. A typical young adult novel - teenage strife, heartache, awkward sexual experience, being so in crush that the protagonist skips school and goes to the beach with her boy. It was the life I wished I was living. I chose Australia, I chose Melbourne, because of that book.

I was doing home work in Borders today. After an hour or two, I lost concentration and headed for my favorite past time: trashy young adult books. I found "Looking for Alibrandi" on the shelf, mesmerized I picked it up to relive my love story with this city. Within the first chapter, it becomes clear that this book, this story, my love story, takes place in Sydney.

It's the best mistake I've ever made.


  1. I LOVE Looking for Alibrandi! We should watch the movie. Not as good as the book (what movie is) but still a quality flick. PS: You're an idiot.
    Love and Kisses!