I Started Crying Monday

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Laurene Kelly

Laurene Kelly’s first young adult novel introduces us to fourteen-year-old Julie, who is struggling with a terrible home life, but could never imagine the horror that is about to destroy her family forever. She dreams of a new life, away from her abusive father, but when her mother doesn’t arrive to meet Julie and her brother Toby after school as planned, her hopes are shattered. She is told there was an accident, but something more is wrong.

1999 | ISBN 9781875559787 | Paperback | 198 x 130 mm | 119 pp

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Laurene Kelly

Laurene Kelly’s first young adult novel introduces us to fourteen-year-old Julie, who is struggling with a terrible home life, but could never imagine the horror that is about to destroy her family forever. She dreams of a new life, away from her abusive father, but when her mother doesn’t arrive to meet Julie and her brother Toby after school as planned, her hopes are shattered. She is told there was an accident, but something more is wrong.

1999 | ISBN 9781875559787 | Paperback | 198 x 130 mm | 119 pp

Laurene Kelly

Laurene Kelly’s first young adult novel introduces us to fourteen-year-old Julie, who is struggling with a terrible home life, but could never imagine the horror that is about to destroy her family forever. She dreams of a new life, away from her abusive father, but when her mother doesn’t arrive to meet Julie and her brother Toby after school as planned, her hopes are shattered. She is told there was an accident, but something more is wrong.

1999 | ISBN 9781875559787 | Paperback | 198 x 130 mm | 119 pp



Reviews

'I recommend I Started Crying Monday to readers looking for an accessible real life novel that pinpoints issues without overexposing them. I thoroughly enjoyed the autobiographical/narrative style. I give it a rating of 9/10.’ 

–Susan ColeGold Creek School React 99

‘This is a gritty, detailed documentation of the minefield that is adolescent girls’ culture, presented in graphic, tragic, ironic detail.’

–Pam MacIntyreThe Australian Review of Books