Graffiti Moon by Cath CrowleyGraffiti Moon by Cath Crowley

Graffiti Moon

byCath Crowley

Paperback | December 26, 2012

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Senior year is over, and Lucy has the perfect way to celebrate: tonight, she's going to find Shadow, the mysterious graffiti artist whose work appears all over the city. He's out there somewhere—spraying color, spraying birds and blue sky on the night—and Lucy knows a guy who paints like Shadow is someone she could fall for. Really fall for. Instead, Lucy's stuck at a party with Ed, the guy she's managed to avoid since the most awkward date of her life. But when Ed tells her he knows where to find Shadow, they're suddenly on an all-night search around the city. And what Lucy can't see is the one thing that's right before her eyes.


From the Hardcover edition.
CATH CROWLEY grew up in a small town in rural Victoria, Australia. She studied professional writing and editing at the Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology and works as both a freelance writer and a part-time teacher in Melbourne. She is also the author of A Little Wanting Song on the Knopf list.
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Title:Graffiti MoonFormat:PaperbackDimensions:272 pages, 8.31 × 5.56 × 0.59 inPublished:December 26, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375871950

ISBN - 13:9780375871955

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from My absolute favourite book ever! Every book lover knows how tough it is to answer the question: What is your favourite book? We could never just have one because there are so many that touches us and lives in us. Each story is a shift in our character, a shift towards a new thinking. And while, there are many books that are just pure fun and thrill, there are few books that resonate with us. It was like made for us as if was a breathing person. This is what Graffiti Moon is to me; a living and breathing book because it speaks to me in so many ways. I’ve read this book five times. Five times where I relive the character’s lives and understand their struggle and life. Every single moment is different from its last. The jokes never fail to make me smile and the impact of Crowley’s words only tenfolds. Ever since I read this book, I’ve looked at art in a different way, thinking about how Ed or Lucy would say if they saw what I seeing. Instead of seeing colour splattered across blank canvas, I see stories seen between the white spaces, between the blending of colour. I see the words that are hidden behind the paint. For the first time, I finally see . And I only have Crowley to thank for that. So, if someone were to ask me, what is my favourite book? I would, without a doubt, say: Graffiti Moon.
Date published: 2017-05-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it One of the most beautifully written YA books I've ever read.
Date published: 2017-02-16
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Worst Book I've Read in a Year... Maybe Even Two DNF @ 108 pages I usually hate DNF-ing books. It just makes me feel so bad for not writing a full-length review that features all of the details of the book and I feel really bad for being so mean and cruel to the author. But in some cases, like this one, I just had to. It was impossible not to. And I'm really surprised... Because there's been so much rave and craze for this Australian-based book. But I guess I was just one of the odd ones out. This book takes place in a matter of 24 hours, and I guess you could say it's all Lucy's story. Lucy just finished her senior year and is out of high school. She is out on the hunt to find Shadow, the mysterious graffiti artist whose art is "found all over the city." And it's beautiful art. Lucy thinks that Shadow's someone she can fall for, just by looking at his art. (Whaat.) But instead of going out to find him on the night that she's free (at least for now) she's stuck at a party with her acquaintance Ed, who she has had some trouble with in the past. But, Ed knows where to find Shadow, and Lucy is not about to lose her opportunity to meet the guy of her dreams, right? So she goes for it. "At the start there were moments, blinking moments, when we were lying together and it was warm and I could smell flowers on her skin and turps on my hands and I heard her voice with my nerve endings. Like how one day she'd finish year twelve and leave me behind. Like how stupid I was compared to her. I forgot because she was hanging over me, and the world was liquid and spinning and for once I was liquid and spinning with it." For my first thought, this book was utterly strange. The concept was weird, the plot was alien, I just didn't see the coolness and "swag" of it. It was very strange to read about the characters being obsessed with love. Like too obsessed. I understand that this is a contemporary-romance novel and all, but it's too crazy, and not mainstream at all, but in a bad way. Lucy was too obsessed with finding Shadow; a guy she never even met. It's too good to be true and weird. Just, naw. From the beginning, even after reading a chapter, I didn't like this. When reading a book, I always imagine that the book is starting at a 5/5 rating for me, and then it decreases and increases whatsoever depending on the book. This was a 1 already after the first chapter, which rarely happens because I find that I am always too nice when reading books. But this just disappointed me from the start. I just don't like the concept. It's senseless and nothing special was happening. It was all about luck, and I don't believe that love is luck. It's true, and Lucy thinks that she can get any guy who might just not like her (or who might even have a girlfriend) with the snap of her fingers. It's just not realistic at all, and I don't believe that you can even call this 'realistic fiction' in terms of genres. Not at all. Being bored with books is my #1 pet peeve when reading a book. It makes me so frustrated and I feel like I just can't deal with it. And that's another thing that just happened with this book. It's so SAD. And then the characters also sucked and were totally un-relatable and I hated them and GRR don't listen to me if you liked this book because you will then get upset at me and we will cause a war here. Lucy was just stupid, I didn't care for Ed at all and who else was there? Because I really can't seem to remember because I just don't care. Meh. What else can I say. The only good thing (teensy good thing but it didn't keep me reading) was the writing. The book was very well-written and the writing was nicely flowed and it suited the book. But that's just about it. I would've given this a 0.5 rating if the writing also sucked. But remember, it didn't keep me reading. I stopped at 100 pages, that means it really must've sucked, right? I'm truly sorry to all of the people who believe that this book is amazing and perfect. I'm so sorry. But I really didn't like this and I didn't see anything special about it. There, my anger is let out.
Date published: 2014-06-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from worth a read Actual rating: 3.5 I was expecting this to be a cute, fun, light book that wouldn't bring a lot of emotions out in me. Just something i could easily read and not be too effected by it. And in some ways, yeah, Graffiti Moon is cute and sweet and light. It isn't deep but it does have it's serious parts, like all books, i suppose. It's not emotional like it doesn't seem to really get to the readers but towards the end i did read faster because i had to know the ending. Like all books, there are both good and bad things about Graffiti Moon. For one, the characters are very good. Each are different and weird to a certain extent. The way they think - mainly Ed - with their artist minds really captivated the audience, i think. I do wish that we get to see more of who Lucy is. I'm still not clear on the kind of person she is. Also i like the different POVs and also Leo, Ed's friend, has small chapters which are just small poems about his life and his feelings towards Lucy's friend. It's really sweet. You can see how their relationship - Lucy and Eds - develops and grows and i love how their first date years ago went. Beth is an interesting component and the whole money situation with the theft dillema adds to the storyline without taking anything away. And i love how it more or less takes place in one night. The writing is also pretty strong. Mainly the way Crowley describes the art pieces and the amount of thoughts and emotions her characters share with readers is perfect - not too little but it's not enough to make it a huge deep novel or anything. There are some things that really bug me about Graffiti Moon. For one, it's pretty slow. Especially the start. It's hard to get into the story. A lot of that has to do with the flashbacks. Now, personally, i am not a fan of characters who think back into their lives - if they are reflecting then cool but if it's slow then not so much - and since it takes place in a night, there is a lot of leading up to do to tell us about the characters backgrounds. I just wish it weren't so... bland. And i don't want to say it, i don't, because the feelings conveyed when Crowley writes about art are perfect and intense but everything else seems to lack something... Also i would like more of a conclusion with Ed and Lucy relating to their respective family and personal issues. Like Eds dad and his old manager, for example. Just a cleaner wrap-up would be perfered. Graffiti Moon is written well and the characters are good - especially Ed and his friends. Daisy and Dylan and Jazz, side characters, are a bit annoying. But i like Ed and Leo. But while Leo's poems are awesome they seem kind of out of place a bit. Just a bit. But they are amazing, i cannot deny that. Anyway, Graffiti Moon is fun and entertaining with other common life-lesson-ish issues. It is interesting, the way the story develops and it is different from a lot of other teen books i have read. But it does have flaws and faults, some forgiveable but some that really change the outcome of the story. But it is worth a read, if you want something sweet and fun yet with good topics and insightful views on art and relationships - even simple, they are there. And i like it.
Date published: 2014-01-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Review from Esther's Ever After Graffiti Moon is one of those books that really needs to be aborbed properly; you hear the words, and let them sink in for their full affect until you're completely wrapped up in this dreamlike contemporary story. There were a number of things I really loved about Graffiti Moon, yet a few areas I found lacking. It's deeply moving at times, humourous at others, yet it still felt to me like it lacked a certain charm. Reasons to Read: 1. Words that ebb and flow: I'm so glad I listened to this one on audio, because the prose-like writing in some passages is totally meant to be read aloud. And the writing style really lends to the story's setting, because it gives the whole book this sort of dreamlike quality to it which is perfect for a book that takes place in the middle of the night. And I loved that there was this huge emphasis on art, and different kinds of art, and how it doesn't always have to be traditional. 2.Humour, anticipation, and romance: First of all, this is definitly my kind of sense of humour. I loved the jokes, and the quirky little bits - like how Lucy punched Ed and broke his nose on their first date after he tried to make a move on her. I loved how they could laugh things off and (eventually) move on. And there's just so much build-up to all the various, mixed-up subplots that the anticipation just keeps building and BUILDING until you're waiting for it to explode. And for them to just make out already. 3.Very much a coming of age tale: There's a strong theme of growing up and change which is prevelant in Graffiti Moon; and I just loved seeing how these various characters gradually evolved throughout the night and really got to know each other, and themselves, a bit better. And of course, this ultimately leads up to some drastic changes for a couple of characters. And while I had hoped I would fall in love with this story much like most other readers had, I still felt like something was lacking. It took me a little while to get into the story and connect with the characters, because there felt like a few too many subplots were moving forward for me. I prefer to focus on one or two central, and keep the rest to a minimum. Otherwise it just feels like background noise. But mostly I felt like there was all of this build up (which I loved)... but with very little by the end. I'd be anxiously listening, waiting to hear what happesn next, holding my breath... only to be caught off guard by rather small conclusions and responses taking place. It was like blowing up a balloon only to watch it slowly fizzle out. So while I really did like it, especially the poetic writing style and phrases (which are gorgeous and I could read passages from this book without needing any context at all, just little snippets of prose) and I loved the emphasis on art and growing up- I didn't LOVE it. It failed to move me the way I had hoped it would. Thoughts on the audio: I'm a big fan of audio books that feature multiple narrators, so having three voices: one for Lucy, one for Ed, and one for Poet worked really well for me. Plus, they all fit the personality of each character SO well & I love listening to accents. No complaints here!
Date published: 2012-08-16

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LucyI pedal fast. Down Rose Drive, where houses swim in pools of orange streetlight. Where people sit on verandas, hoping to catch a breeze. Let me make it in time. Please let me make it in time.Just arrived at the studio. Your graffiti guys Shadow and Poet are here, Al texted, and I took off across the night. Took off under a sky bleeding out and turning black. Left Dad sitting outside his shed yelling, “I thought you weren’t meeting Jazz till later. Where’s the fire, Lucy Dervish?”In me. Under my skin.Let me make it in time. Let me meet Shadow. Poet too but mainly Shadow. The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers. An artist who paints things like that is someone I could fall for. Really fall for.I’m so close to meeting him, and I want it so bad. Mum says when wanting collides with getting, that’s the moment of truth. I want to collide. I want to run right into Shadow and let the force spill our thoughts so we can pick each other up and pass each other back like piles of shiny stones.At the top of Singer Street I see the city, neon blue and rising. There’s lightning deep in the sky, working its way through the heat to the surface. There’s laughter somewhere far away. There’s one of Shadow’s pieces, a painting on a crumbling wall of a heart cracked by earthquake with the words Beyond the Richter scale written underneath. It’s not a heart like you see on a Valentine’s Day card. It’s the heart how it really is: fine veins and atriums and arteries. A fist-­size forest in our chest.I take my hands off the brakes and let go. The trees and the fences mess together and the concrete could be the sky and the sky could be the concrete and the factories spread out before me like a light-­scattered dream.I turn a corner and fly down Al’s street. Toward his studio, toward him sitting on the steps, little moths above him, playing in the light. Toward a shadow in the distance. A shadow of Shadow. There’s collision up ahead.I spin the last stretch and slide to a stop. “I’m here. I made it. Do I look okay? How do I look?”Al drains his coffee and puts the cup on the step beside him. “Like a girl who missed them by about five minutes.”EdIt’s a sweating hot night for October. More people are out than usual, so I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don’t want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.First thing I ever painted was a girl. Second thing I ever painted was a doorway on a brick wall. Went on to paint huge doorways. Moved on to skies. Open skies painted above painted doorways and painted birds skimming across bricks trying to fly away. Little bird, what are you thinking? You come from a can.Tonight I’m doing this bird that’s been in my head all day. He’s a little yellow guy lying on sweet green grass. Belly to clouds, legs facing the same direction. He could be sleeping. He could be dead. The yellow’s right. The green too. The sky’s all wrong. I need the sort of blue that rips your inside out. You don’t see blue like that round here.Bert was always trying to find it for me. Every week or so at the paint store he’d show me a blue he’d special-­ordered. “Close, boss,” I’d say. “But not close enough.”He still hadn’t found it when he died two months ago. He got all the other colors I wanted. The green this bird’s lying on is a shade he found over two years back, after I quit school and went to work for him. I made it to the end of June in year ten, and then I couldn’t make it any longer.“You had a good first day,” Bert told me when he handed the green over. “Real good.”“This is very fucking nice,” I said, spraying some on a card and taking it as a sign that leaving school was the right thing to do. That Mum was wrong about wanting me to stay on.“It is very fucking nice.” Bert looked over his shoulder. “But don’t say ‘fuck’ when my wife Valerie’s around.” Bert always swore like a kid scared of getting caught. I laughed about it till Val heard me swearing. Bert had the last chuckle that day.“What’s so funny?” a voice behind me asks.“Shit, Leo.” A line of blue goes into the grass on the wall. “Don’t sneak up.”“I’ve been calling your name since the top of the hill. And the council made this place legal, remember?” He finishes the last bit of his sausage roll. “I like the rush of working where we might get caught.”“I like the rush of painting,” I tell him.He watches me for a bit. “So I called your mobile earlier. It’s disconnected.”“Uh-­huh. Didn’t pay the bill.” I hand him the can. “I’m hungry. Write the words.”Leo looks at my picture of a wide sky hanging over that yellow bird. He points at the kid on the wall. “Nice touch.”While he thinks a bit longer, I look around. The old guy who works at the glass studio across the road is on the steps, texting and staring at us. At least I know he’s not calling the cops.Leo always makes his writing suit the piece. Sometimes he uses fonts he finds online. Sometimes he makes up his own and names them. Tonight he smokes the word Peace across the clouds, letters drifting and curling. It’s funny how two guys can look at the same thing and see it differently. I don’t see peace when I look at that bird. I see my future. I hope it’s only sleeping.His hand moves across the wall, signing our names. He always writes them the same way. His then mine in a font he calls Phantasm.Poet.Shadow.We leave the old guy on the steps with his coffee and head up Vine Street. It’s a fifteen-­minute walk to my place if you take the main roads, but Leo and me never do. We take the side streets and alleys.I live on the other side of the train yard, so we jump the fence and cut through, looking out for people working as we walk. I like seeing their thoughts hit the carriages. Makes the city as much ours as someone else’s.“So I saw Beth today,” Leo says. “She asked me how you were doing.” He throws stones at the dead trains. “It sounded like she wants you back.”I stop and take out a can and spray a greeting-­card heart with a gun pointed at it. “We’ve been over almost three months.” Since August first, not that I’m counting.“You mind if I ask her out, then?”“You mind if I spray a piece on the side of your gran’s house?”He chuckles. “Yeah, right. You’re over.”“I like her, just not anything more than that. She used to do this thing where she’d lean over and kiss me and then take a break to whisper hilarious stuff in my ear and then kiss me again. I’d be screaming, What’s wrong with you? Fall in love with her, you dick.”“She didn’t think that was weird?”“Inside. I was screaming on the inside. Anyway, I never fell in love with her so I guess the part of the brain that controls love doesn’t respond to being called a dick.”“For your sake, I’m hoping no part of your brain responds to being called a dick.”“Fair point.” I wish I hadn’t thought about Beth doing that thing because now I can feel her at my ear, warm breath and sweet tickling and her voice sounding like that blue I’ve been searching for.“Were you in love with Emma?” I ask.“I was hard-­core obsessed,” he says without thinking about it. “Not in love.”