![]() The pen’s been poised in my grip the last half hour. It was a stupid idea and none of us ever heard back. And I’ve never written one, unless you count Year Seven English when we had to write to the person we most wanted to meet. Nobody has ever sent me a letter in the post. ALSO FOR CHAD, AND OUR FIVE LITTLE MASTERPIECES – MIA, ZARA, SOPHIE, HEIDI AND LACEY. ![]() AND DAD, FOR TELLING ME I WAS GOOD ENOUGH. TO MY PARENTS, KAREN AND IAN – MUM, FOR ALWAYS BELIEVING IN ME AS A WRITER. But is she setting herself up for more loss? And will loving him mean losing the people who mean the most to her at home? It’s not because her father is a politician.īel writes to a Death Row prisoner as an easy way out of an assignment.ĭrawn to Micah’s world inside a Thai prison, Bel finds herself falling for the boy with ragged hair, shackles and a terrible past. It’s not because Bel’s mother was murdered. ![]() ![]() A powerful first novel dealing with life, loss and the redemptive power of love. ![]()
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