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[annbeth]

Books i read in 2017: On the Jellicoe Road 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.

[caelestisnox]

˗ˏˋ favorite books ˎˊ˗  ➨ On The Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

“What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.”

[cobaltrose]

     “You need anything?” Jude asks from the bottom of the steps. Hannah shakes her head.      “Don’t drive if you’re tired tomorrow.”      “I’d better be going,” I say quietly, walking down the steps. When I reach him, I stop.      I want to say a lot of things to Jude and Hannah. I want to thank them and tell them that my life would be like Sam’s if it wasn’t for them. I want to tell them that the brilliance of that memory of lying between them won’t be easily surpassed and that the stories of their love for each other touch me in a way I didn’t think possible. I want to convince them that my father comes to speak to me at night and that his love for the two of them is never-ending.      “Jude,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Hannah reckons that if you ask her to marry you, she’ll say yes.”

Happy birthday to the ever-wonderful, cute, soft and amazing @cammiemorgan aka the shipping queen extraordinaire; love you to the moon and back Gallagher Girl!

[cardangreenbriar]

Books I read in 2016:

∟ On the Jellicoe road By Melina Marchetta

[aaronellas]

“A home to come back to every day of their lives.
Where they would all belong or long to be.
A place on the Jellicoe Road.”

[percyjacksou]

in the summer we finish a journey my father and Hannah began almost two decades ago (...) “I wanted to see the ocean,” she tells us, “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—”She stops for a moment, to catch her breath. “He said, ‘Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,’ and that was the last thing he ever said.”