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|summary=ThereWe first Mina in [[Skellig by David Almond|Skellig]]. A homeschooled, William Blake-loving, slightly precious child, she arrived in Michael's an empty notebook lying on life with not a little whiff of the table in the moonlightculture shock about her. Now, we can find out what really makes Mina tick as we read through her journal. It's been there for an ageMina is full of contradictions. I keep on saying that IShe likes to be different, individual, but she doesn'll write t like being a journalmisfit. So IShe wants friends but she doesn'll start right here, right nowt know how to make them or to keep them. I open the book and write the very first words: My name She is Mina both reflective and I love the nightimpulsive. Her diary entries reflect her capricious nature. Sometimes they are upbeat. Then what shall I write? I can't just write that this happened then this happened then this happened to boring infinitumSometimes they are sad. I'll let my journal grow just like the mind doesThey come in big letters and little letters, just like a tree or a beast doesin lots of words and in few words, just like life doesin poems and in prose. Sometimes they're completely blank. Why should a book tell a tale in a dull straight line?