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 A Conversation with my Country
A Conversation with my Country Extract

According to Adam Rogers, writing on www.wired.com, humans are fated to see the same world differently:

There is a world that exists . . . [then] there is the world that we perceive — a hallucination generated by a pound and a half of electrified meat encased by our skulls. Connecting the two, or conveying accurately our own personal hallucination to someone else, is the central problem of being human.

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A Place of Stone and Darkness
A Place of Stone and Darkness Extract

With their Faces painted and voices loud, they hushed the forest songs as they trampled down the shadows. There was violence — a stick jabbing hard and fast — and before the forest knew what had happened, feathers and blood and a small broken body lying dead on the ground.

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A Sister in My House
A Sister in My House Extract

I CAN’T EXPLAIN WHY I did it. Often, it is as if a part of me has its own impulsive life beyond my control. I am astounded at the mess it causes. And occasionally at the good that comes of it regardless. But, whichever way, it is always my conscious self that has to deal with the consequences. Good or bad.

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All These Beautiful Strangers
All These Beautiful Strangers Extract


My father built the house on Langely Lake for my mother, in the town she grew up in. It was a hundred miles from the glassy skyscrapers my father built in the city, and a world  away from the Calloway family name and money and penthouse on the Upper East Side.

The house on Langely Lake looked unlike any of the other houses in town, with their graying vinyl siding and slouching carports. No, the house on Langely Lake wasn’t a house at all. It was a fortress three stories tall, built of stone, with a thick fence and impenetrable hedges all the way around.

When I was a little girl, we spent our summers in that fortress. I remember slumber parties in a tent on the back lawn and afternoons spent sunning on the raft just  off­ shore. I remember tall glasses of lemonade sweating on the patio and the sundresses my mother wore and her wide­ brimmed hats.

Once I thought my father had built that house to keep everyone else out, but then my uncle Hank found the photographs. They were in a shoe box, hidden under a loose floorboard in my parents’ bedroom. They were taken that summer, 2007, a few weeks before my mother disappeared. I saw the photographs and I realized I had been wrong about everything.

Because my father hadn’t built the house on Langely Lake to keep everyone else out. He’d built it to keep us  in.

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Ash Arising
Ash Arising Extract


It's gutting how much can change in just four weeks. One moment I’m Hero Whistle-blower; the next, State Enemy Number One. The pressure rises day on day, and Mikey senses we’re not telling him what’s going on. It’s true, but he’s already bad enough: confused, clingy and sobbing in his sleep. He’s throwing major tantrums at the slightest thing.


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Bullshit Jobs
Bullshit Jobs Extract

Let us begin with what might be considered a paradigmatic example of a bullshit job. Kurt works for a subcontractor for the German military. Or . . . actually, he is employed by a subcontractor of a subcontractor of a subcontractor for the German military. Here is how he describes his work:

The German military has a subcontractor that does their IT work. The IT firm has a subcontractor that does their logistics.The logistics firm has a subcontractor that does their personnel management, and I work for that company. Let’s say soldier A moves to an office two rooms farther down the hall. Instead of just carrying his computer over there, he has to fill out a form.The IT subcontractor will get the form, people will read it and approve it, and forward it to the logistics firm.The logistics firm will then have to approve the moving down the hall and will request personnel from us. The office people in my company will then do whatever they do, and now I come in. I get an email: “Be at barracks B at time C.” Usually these barracks are one hundred to five hundred kilometers [62–310 miles] away from my home, so I will get a rental car. I take the rental car, drive to the barracks, let dispatch know that I arrived, fill out a form, unhook the computer, load the computer into a box, seal the box, have a guy from the logistics firm carry the box to the next room, where I unseal the box, fill out another form, hook up the computer, call dispatch to tell them how long I took, get a couple of signatures, take my rental car back home, send dispatch a letter with all of the paperwork and then get paid. So instead of the soldier carrying his computer for five meters, two people drive for a combined six to ten hours, fill out around fifteen pages of paperwork, and waste a good four hundred euros of taxpayers’ money.

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Catch Me When You Fall
Catch Me When You Fall Extract

Chapter 1:
Schrodinger's Cat


If you take photographs through a prism, you can turn people into ghosts. I’d taught Jamie that  this year, my eighteenth year of life, and possibly my  last.  Whenever a bad memory crept into my  brain, I held a prism up to it, and it would distort and soften. That way I could cope with  it a  bit better.

There were other memories, though, of which I wanted to remember every last detail. They gave me something to hold onto. Because one day soon, I knew, I might not wake up.

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Darker - E L James
Darker - E L James Extract



I sit. Waiting. My heart is thumping. It’s 5:36 and I stare through the privacy glass of my Audi at the front door of her building. I know I’m early, but I’ve been looking forward to this moment all day.
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Driven: My Story
Driven: My Story Extract

I had no inkling of how far my rally career would take me when I was a kid. I knew about aiming high back then though. When the teachers at school would ask what I wanted to be, I’d answer: ‘I want to be a World Rally Champion.’

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Eve of Man
Eve of Man Extract

On the first day no one really noticed. Perhaps there was a chuckle among the midwives at the sight of all those babies wrapped in blue blankets, not a pink one in sight. Individual hospitals would’ve thought nothing of it. They wouldn’t have known that this day of blue was only the beginning.

On the second day they frowned, confused, at another twenty-four hours of blue.

Just boys.

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Finding Extract

AGGIE 1886

The September days are shorter and cooler now. Autumn is here, and the purple heather flowers have nearly finished blooming.

My little brother Niall and his friends are playing Soldiers while we wait on the wharf. They march up and down and pretend to fire rifles. Niall wears the red woollen vest our Grandma Coira knitted. He says it makes him look like a real army man.

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Gabriel's Bay
Gabriel's Bay Extract

Chapter 1


At the airport, Kerry noticed a sign warning visitors to allow more time for their journeys on New Zealand roads. The sign included a picture of said roads, apparently drawn by a person with a partiality for Scalextric tracks made entirely from the curved parts.

‘A blatant exaggeration’ had been Kerry’s thought then. Two days later, on the hill heading over to Gabriel’s Bay, his thought was ‘What the infernal hell?’

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Garage Project: The Art of Beer
Garage Project: The Art of Beer Extract

Let’s be honest, not many people come to Wellington for the weather. But anyone who lives here, or braves the all too often bumpy flight into our little city, is rewarded with an incredibly vibrant café and bar scene. Our city seems to draw creative people who have small budgets and clever ideas. It then nurtures them with a culture that loves to embrace the ‘new’. It’s a city of hidden gems, bursting with its own quirky kind of cool.

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How to Fix a Baking Blunder
How to Fix a Baking Blunder Extract

The cake has sunk, the muffins have peaked and are tough, or the mixture has curdled! What happened, and how can it be fixed?

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Invisibly Breathing
Invisibly Breathing Extract


A prime number is divisible only by itself and by one. If I were a prime number, I’d want to be a five. Five is also a Catalan number, which is another sequence of numbers that can be used to solve certain counting problems. Being a Catalan number is perfect, because I like the idea of being part of a solution, but also because that’s my surname.

When I looked up ‘five’ on the net, I learned it was also the first safe prime, the third Sophie Germain prime, and the third Mersenne prime exponent. If I said that out loud at school most people would call me a nerd or try to trip me up or something. But I like the way numbers can have secret superpowers.

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Is It Bedtime Yet?
Is It Bedtime Yet? Extract

Welcome to the world, Mama

By Emily Writes

When a baby is born, we say welcome. Here is this world for you, precious baby. Here are the people who love you, who will always try to keep you safe. Here are the ones who will care for you, and hold you in their arms and in their hearts.


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Let's Get Lost
Let's Get Lost Extract

From Tatapouri, we made our way into Gisborne and slowly adapted to things like traffic lights and – well – traffic! We headed into the centre of town and parked the car. It was a hot day and plenty of brave (or crazy) young guys were jumping off bridges into the river nearby. Two rivers flow through Gisborne – the Taruheru and the Waimata – then join together to create the Tūranganui River, which spills into the Pacific Ocean at Poverty Bay. At just under a kilometre long, this is the shortest river in the southern hemisphere.

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Listen To Me!
Listen To Me! Extract

So, what are many of the methods out there that promise parents that their defiant children will become accommodating and do as they are told, thus reducing conflict in the house? Common punitive behaviour-orientated methods (such as the use of time-outs, naughty steps and star charts implemented by the parent) tend to involve:

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Mazarine Extract


I hadn’t heard from Maya for two and a half weeks.

She wasn’t answering her phone or posting online, and when I rang the London office of the publisher where she worked, I was told she’d taken some leave. I thought the tone of the call was strange; the woman cut me off, although I could have been imagining it. I asked to speak to Gene Jacobs, but she said he’d left to work for another company.

None of Maya’s Auckland friends knew where she was, and I didn’t have any contacts for her in London.

It was unusual. My girl had always kept in touch.

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Mind That Child
Mind That Child Extract

Chapter 1

Ward round, Thursday evening

Today’s ward round is an eventful one, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary.


The baby is lying on her back. There are oxygen prongs up her nose and a drip connected to her bellybutton, but she seems calm and relaxed – not at all concerned as the ultrasonographer repeatedly passes the wand over her tummy while peering at the

screen that’s playing a grainy black and white movie of the child’s insides. As the image is refocused and reframed, zoomed in and out, we can all see the intricate plumbing of the gut, and the heart chambers pumping like little fists clenching and unclenching.

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Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight Sonata Extract


They see the fish on their first day, laid bare on the tideline. The seagulls have nearly picked the bones clean already.

Noah turns, his calico fringe flopping into his eyes. ‘Must have been dumped overboard by fishermen. What do you think?’

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My Brother's Name is Jessica
My Brother's Name is Jessica Extract

There’s a story I’ve heard many times about how my brother Jason got the scar that runs above his left eye, almost parallel with his eyebrow. He was four years old when I was born, and he’d wanted a brother, a sister or a dog for as long as he could remember, but Mum and Dad had always said no.


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My Life, My Fight
My Life, My Fight Extract



I like being the underdog because the only way is up. I relish people doubting me because being able to prove them wrong is so damn satisfying. Luckily for me, there were plenty of people to prove wrong in 2010 and 2011, the busiest, most stressful years of my life. And before you mutter ‘so far’, I honestly don’t think I will experience another period that is as busy and important as those two years were for me. If school and sport count as work – and I believe they do – then I was working 16-hour days. With at least two trainings a day and games every second day on top of school and homework, I didn’t have time for anything else.

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Native Son
Native Son Extract

Māori Boy


At the end of 1959, aged fifteen, I sat School Certificate. I required two hundred marks from four subjects to pass, and that’s what I managed. One mark less, and my life might have been entirely different. 
The pass may have been the minimum, but as my headmaster Jack Allen said to Dad, shaking his hand vigorously as if he didn’t quite believe it, “Congratulations, Tom, well done.” Not my hand, Dad’s. 
“You’d think Dad sat the examination,” I said to my mother, Julia, as yet another local, queueing up, slapped him on the back. 
“Good on you, Tom,” he said.


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