Looking for …

Since the book I’m reading at the moment is prohibitively large, I’ve not been carrying it around everywhere as I usually do with books. Needing something to read at Andrea’s place, I picked up Looking for Alibrandi.

Having not done VCE at the end of secondary school, I had’t read the book, although it’s pretty similar to the film with Pia Miranda based on the book. At one point, Josie’s grandmother is telling her about when she first came to Australia, she didn’t know anyone and couldn’t speak the language.

It occurred to me that, coming from a country of immigrants, there is a certain irony in my emigrating from Australia back to the old world.

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