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Martine Murray
was born in Melbourne and still lives there. She spent most of her time studying impractical things, like art, acrobatics and dance, and she started writing because she had a very nice dog that she wanted to write about. She is the author of two picture books, three novels and one picture storybook.

The Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley (who planned to
live an unusual life)
was shortlisted for the 2003 Children's Book Council of Australia's Book of the Year awards for younger readers, commended in the 2002 Victorian Premier's Literary Awards, shortlisted in the 2002 NSW Premier's Literary Awards, and included in The White Ravens 2003 annual selection of outstanding international children's books by the International Youth Library (Associated Project of UNESCO).

Also by Martine Murray

The Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley
(who planned to live an unusual life)

How to make a bird
– shortlisted in the 2004 CBC of Australia awards for older readers
– winner of the 2004 Queensland Premier's Literary Award for the Young Adult Book Award

Picture Books

A Dog Called Bear

A Moose Called Mouse

Picture Storybooks

Henrietta there's no one better

The slightly bruised glory of

Cedar B.
Hartley

(who can't help flying high
and falling in deep).

Martine Murray

First published in 2005

Copyright © Text and illustrations, Martine Murray, 2005

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing from the publisher. The
Australian Copyright Act 1968
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National Library of Australia
Cataloguing-in-Publication entry:

Murray, Martine,1965– .
The slightly bruised glory of Cedar B. Hartley
(who can't help flying high and falling in deep).

ISBN 1 74114 711 5.

I. Title.

A823.4

Cover and text illustrations by Martine Murray
Cover and text design by Sandra Nobes
Set in 11½ pt Bembo by Tou-Can Design
Printed in Australia by McPherson's Printing Group

1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2

For Mum and Dad,
with love

At the station

I'm at Spencer Street train station. It's the big one, where trains come in from all over the country. What's more, you wouldn't believe it if you could see me. You wouldn't believe it was me. You'd say, ‘Now is that really Cedar B. Hartley? My, hasn't she grown up.' That's the way you'd say it if you were over fifty. But otherwise you might just think to yourself,‘Hmmm, that girl, she's not a kid anymore.'

I'll tell you one thing: I'm wearing an apple-green sundress, and it's hot and it's nearly Christmas. Well, that's three things, and I won't say one thing more about why I'm here in my green dress at the train station. First I have to tell you about the terrible, terrible thing that happened, and everything else that led me here.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

At the station

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

There's me and there's Kite, and then there's all the others. That's not in order of importance because the others are just as important as Kite and almost as important as me, though not quite, because I'm me after all, and to myself I'm extremely important; not because I'm in love with myself or anything, just because I made a plan to live an unusual life, and in order to live an unusual life you need to do a lot of discovering and uncovering and maybe recovering too. Who knows? So, I'm always asking myself: just what kind of shape is my life in? Is it getting flabby? Or is it getting close to the particular shape that I plan it to take?

See, I have always favoured the shape of a tree, but not a pine tree; a pine-tree-shaped life is not for me. I am Cedar B. Hartley and let it be known that I would prefer to live my life in the shape of a golden elm tree, more specifically the one on Punt Road that spreads out so much you can't even see the trunk. There are certain people who might have a pine-tree-shaped life, but I don't like to name names (like Marnie and Harold Barton) because a pine-tree-shaped life doesn't spread out but just goes up in a narrow point. If you thought about my best friend, Caramella, you might see her life in the shape of a fruit tree; not big, but full of beautiful, quiet fruits. And Oscar is a willow tree because he stands out in a particular way, and you can't help loving the particular way he stands out, even if it doesn't always make sense, even if it leans over a little too much.

As for Kite, I'd say he's in the shape of a river red gum, tall and towering and true. And if that leads you to suppose that I might have a small crush on Kite, you're absolutely wrong. I haven't got a small crush on Kite, I've got quite a big one; a crush the size of a huge wave that only Layne Beachley could surf. Have you heard of Layne Beachley? She's a famous lady surfer. We girls have to stick together and celebrate heroes like Layne Beachley and Mother Teresa, who also did great things like helping the needy. Also, don't forget Marge Manoli, the Op Shop Lady in Smith Street who from here on in shall represent the countless thousands of kindhearted ladies who won't ever be famous, since kindness isn't as exciting as surfing or winning the one-day match with a hat trick, and what's more you can't really watch it on telly.

But I'm sorry, God, it's not kindness that I'm going to be famous for. What I plan to become is
infamous
. An infamous acrobat. Like Kite.

Infamous is more famous than famous, don't forget that. You may want to use it one day yourself. Though don't say it in front of your big brother or he may laugh in a slightly scoffing way, like my brother Barnaby does. Barnaby is mostly just jealous because he's really crappy at cartwheels and has to count on being a famous rock star instead of an acrobat. He's always in his bedroom writing love songs on his guitar because he's either in love again or he's out of love again, and both states of being seem to require him to sing about it. Maybe all songs are about love, and even if they're called dust-bowl ballads and they seem to be about people without land they're still really about love. Anyway, Barnaby is pretty good at getting love because he's clever and he's good at footy and he's also a little bit handsome, but don't tell him I said that. Lucky for Barnaby, he inherited dark hair from our father, who died when we were kids. But as for me, I'm not so lucky. I'm a redhead like our Aunt Squeezy. Her real name is Tirese but I call her Squeezy. I'll tell you more about Aunt Squeezy later because I know what you really want to hear about now is Kite.

So here goes.

First of all, Kite has a voice like a river running by. Second of all, he can move like an animal. Thirdly, he's very cool, and when I say cool what I really mean is warm. Isn't that funny? He's cool in a warm way. I mean he's cool because he isn't afraid to be warm. He doesn't wear new clothes; he just wears camel corduroys or King Gees. And he knows what he's interested in and it doesn't matter to him what anyone else is interested in. Whereas Harold Barton is always getting the latest thing, like the fattest best skateboard, even though he isn't the best skateboarder. Ricci says Harold Barton has a little dog complex. If you're a little dog, best thing is to bark all the time, especially if you see a big dog. That way you'll have a large effect, which will compensate for your small presence. You don't often hear Harold Barton barking, which is a shame because at least that would be amusing, but what you do hear from Harold is a lot of bragging and bad-mouthing. Unfortunately, that can have a large effect because it makes you mad when he calls your best friend Zit-face, or he calls Oscar The Spaz, or me No-hoper Hartley. Sometimes I feel like giving him a big thump, but lucky for Harold I'm in training to become a Buddhist and that means I can't thump him. Instead I must feel compassion for him.

Compassion is not like passion, because it's not so thumping hot, so you have to take your temperature down to warm, and then you have to summon feelings of kindness and understanding. I can tell you, it's very challenging to feel kindness and understanding for someone you want to thump. It's harder than maths, butterfly swimming, map reading and horse riding.

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