Not Contents - Prev / Next ‘You’ll never do it,’ I said, beginning to feel desperate. ‘It’s hopeless. I am Ugly Git from Uglygitland.’ ‘Roma wasna builta in a day,’ said Nesta, tugging her way through my hair. ‘The darkest hour is just before dawn,’ said Lucy, who was kneeling on the floor ne...
Contents - Prev / Next ‘So what did happen with them?’ asked Lucy. We were sitting in the playground at break the next morning. TJ, Lucy, Izzie and me, squashed on a bench trying to keep warm as it was a cloudy day with a bitter wind blowing. ‘Still don’t know. I was about to go charging in t...
Girls’ night out. We’re going to go to the Hollywood Bowl in Finchley. Dad calls it teen paradise. Everyone from our school hangs out there. It’s a huge complex with a bowling alley, cafes and a cinema, all built round a square where you can park if you have a car or stand about looking cool if y...
To Rosemary Bromley at Juvenilia for all her support. To Steve Levering for all his help and for being a great sounding board. And to Rachel Hopkins, Georgina Acar, Scott Brenman, Becca Crewe, Alice Elwes, Jenni Herzberg, Olivia McDonnell and Annie McGrathfor keeping in touch with me on e-mail ab...
To Rosemary Bromley at Juvenelia. And Alice Elwes, Becca Crewe,]enni Herzberg, Rachel Hopkins, Annie McGrath and Olivia McDonnell, for all their emails in answer to my questions. Also to Seeta Kadam, who sent me two lovely letters, but no return address. C h a p t e r 1 Summer Holts Conten...