John Marsden

Dear Miffy

‘You can squeeze my lemon, baby, juice runs down my legs.’

Sex, I can’t stop thinking about it but. It’s like the best sweetest torture ever invented. It tears you apart but you wouldn’t want it any other way. It’s the drug you never try to give up . . .

Tony writes letters.

To Miffy.

And breaks your heart.

Is there something wrong when your main ambition in life is to be dead?

‘Marsden jerks you out of your comfort zone, confronting you with the realities of life, demanding you sit up and take notice’
QUEENSLAND TIMES