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The 2009 Inkys Longlist

For more information about the Inkys see our post Inky Awards 2009 or click on a title of interest below.

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Broken Glass by Adrian Stirling

Something happened when I was fifteen, something that made me invisible to everyone in Broken Glass.

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Everything Beautiful by Simmone Howell

I believe in Chloe and chocolate.
I believe the best part is always before.
I believe that most girls are shifty and most guys are dumb.

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Exposure by Mal Peet

The boy with all the dreadlocks had two line of business: cars and the patio trade.

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Girl at Sea by Maureen Johnson

Ollie was in aisle five of Galaxy Art Supply stocking oil paints when Clio Ford emerged from the manager’s office.

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If I Stay by Gayle Forman

Everyone thinks it was because of the snow.

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Into White Silence by Anthony Eaton

The SS Loongana steamed slowly up the Derwent River towards it’s berth at Salamanca Wharf…

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Jarvis 24 by David Metzenthen

I tend to worry, I know I do, but only because I think there is lots of things to worry about.

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Love, Aubrey by Suzanne La Fleur

It was fun at first, playing house. I made all my own meals. Crackers and cheese, three times a day.

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My Candlelight Novel by Joanne Horniman

I am a reading girl, with a pale face, and glasses.

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Paper Towns by John Green

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

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Screw Loose by Chris Wheat

Chelsea Dean opened the front door to her parents’ substantial riverside residence and was assulted by booming reception-centre music.

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Skim by Mariko & Jillian Tamaki

I had a dream. I put my hands inside my chest and held my heart.

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Ten Mile River by Paul Griffin

Ray was bigger but José was boss. They were fourteen and fifteen, on their own and on the run.

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The 10pm Question by Kate de Goldi

Tuesday the fourteenth of February began badly for Frankie Parsons.

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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian by Sherman Alexie

I was born with water on the brain. Okay, so that’s not exactly true.

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The Beginners Guide to Living by Lia Hills

She looks good for a corpse.

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The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress.

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Two Pearls of Wisdom by Alison Goodman

I let the tips of both by swords dig into the sandy arena floor. It was the wrong move, but the dragging pain in my gut was pulling me into a crouch.

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Where the Streets Had a Name by Randa Abdel-Fattah

It’s six-thirty in the morning. I stumble out of bed and splash cold water in my flushed face.

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Worldshaker by Richard Harland

A sound brought Col out of a deep sleep. Something was happening out in the corridor.