Lorali – Laura Dockrill


A Great Read



Colourful, raw, brave, rich and fantastical – this mermaid tale is not for the faint-hearted.

Looking after a naked girl he found washed up under Hastings pier isn’t exactly how Rory had imagined spending his sixteenth birthday. But more surprising than finding her in the first place is discovering where she has come from.

Lorali is running not just from the sea, not just from her position as princess, but her entire destiny. Lorali has rejected life as a mermaid, and become human.

But along with Lorali’s arrival, and the freak weather suddenly battering the coast, more strange visitors begin appearing in Rory’s bemused Sussex town. With beautifully coiffed hair, sharp-collared shirts and a pirate ship shaped like a Tudor house, the Abelgare boys are a mystery all of their own. What are they really up to? Can Rory protect Lorali? And who from? And where does she really belong, anyway?

My Thoughts

Lorali is my first ever Laura Dockrill book and I loved it!

This review is just going to be filled with all the things I loved about this book without being too spoilery . I loved how each chapter changed perspective  as it allowed me to understand everything from each point of view. I also the way Laura didn’t shy away from anything she just dropped different topics in and it just fitted.

Laura Dockrill writes with a unique writing style easy enough for you to fall in love with.If you love mermaid stories with a twist than this is the book for you. If you love endings that will break you then this is also the book for you ( I’m still bit emotional about it)

I cannot wait to read Aurabel!

Rating: 4/5

Published By: Hot Key


H.E.R, Vol 2 – H.E.R



Every Kind of Way
Say It Again
Still Down
Gone Away
I Won’t
Lights On

H.E.R. Vol. 2 is the second Volume the world gets from the wonderful artist H.E.R and I think it’s clear to say that it’s Vol. 2 is on a whole different level of perfection to Vol. 1.

Vol. 2 produces a unique sound that the world was missing.Each track is completely different and reminds you of that old school R&B sound.It’s what R&B now is missing. I love everything from the meaningful lyrics to the eye catching artwork.The way her voice just enraptures you and it just feels intimate and allows you the ability to relate to what she’s talking about

The technology on the tracks allows you to get lost in not only her voice but also the beat.i couldn’t pick one song that I love but I love the beat on ‘Avenue’ and the lyrics on ‘I Wont’ which brings me to tears almost everytime just from the beauty of the entire track.

The only question I have after listening to Vol. 2 is where is Vol. 3 at?

Buy now from iTunes & Listen now on Apple Music & Spotify

Songs About Us – Chris Russell


A Great Reads

Two months on from the explosive finale to book one, Charlie’s life is almost back to normal again: rebuilding her relationship with her father, hanging out with best mate Melissa, and worrying about GCSEs. All the while, Gabe’s revelations about her mother are never far from her mind. And neither is Gabe.

It’s not long before Charlie is pulled back into the world of Fire&Lights – but the band seem different this time. But then again, so is she…

Meanwhile, tensions between Gabe and Olly continue to run high, leading to more turmoil between the band members and press than ever before. But when Gabriel and Charlie stumble upon yet another startling truth that links them together – everything they have stands to implode in front of them.

My Thoughts


Songs About Us is the second book in the Songs About A Girl trilogy and I can honestly say it’s so far the best!

It feels like I’ve been waiting so long but the wait was definitely worth it. Songs About Us grabs you right back in and makes you feel even more connected with all the characters.My opinions on the characters have definitely shifted but I still can’t say who’s my absolute favourite.

I read this book in record time 12 hours (6 of these were spent sleeping) and don’t regret any of those hours! I cannot put into words how beautiful the writing of this novel was and I would highly recommend you picking up this book and if you haven’t started the series yet now is a perfect time!


Published by: Hachette Children’s

Back From New York Book Haul

If you follow me on Twitter then you probably saw from all my tweets in August that I was in New York for almost all the month and that meant when I came home I had quite a few books and I thought I’d share them with you!

I think this is also a wonderful opportunity to say that I am now an affiliate of A Great Read which is a wonderful independent online bookshop that has some great book deals that I would highly recommend you check out!


HarperCollins sent me some amazing books while I was away 2 of these are ones that I was so excited to read while I was on holiday The Dazzling Heights and Ramona Blue which will be my first Julie Murphy book but I heard she’s incredible and this book sounds equally incredible. I’ve also seen lots of people on Twitter receiving Wicked Like A Wildfire and am extremely happy that I got gifted with a copy. Project Semicolon is another book that I think is really important for me to read.

I’ve already read Moonlight Over Manhattan which was my first Sarah Morgan book and definitely won’t be my last because I absolutely loved it and it’s started to put me in the Christmas mood early.


I also ordered some books from book depository while I was away and got them delivered to my house because less weight in my suitcase. I’ve been looking forward to reading these books forever! I am so excited for Allegedly because I have been wanting to read this book FOREVER and I’ve heard nothing but good things about it.IMG_4599

I also received:

  • Stranger – David Bergen
  • Clade – James Bradley
  • Wychwood -George Mann
  • Water & May – Ismee Williams
  • House Of Ash – Hope Cook 
  • City Of Circles – Jess Richards 

What books did you buy in August?


Golden EP – Liisi LaFontaine


Track Titles

Way That I Love U (feat. P.J.)


Love That I’m Feeling

Same Sky

This EP has recently become one of my favourite EP of all time, it’s such a unique sound you can’t help but love it!

Many of you may know Liisi LaFontaine from her role in the West End Dreamgirls as the renowned Deena Jones but her Golden EP shows a different side to her.

Liisi moulds her voice to fit every song, there is not a song that  you cannot love.The uniqueness of this EP is so underrated.  Liisi offers not only a specific sound that is different to what is currently out and in the charts but her tracks also feature a beautiful use of technology.The music world needs more of this sound!

Each track features meaningful lyrics that are easy to connect with.My favourite song has got to be Champagne I just love the texture of Liisi’s voice and how the song progresses with the beautiful guitar and ad libs.She also gives off such strong Leona Lewis vibes especially on Love That I’m Feeling.

Golden EP makes me admire Liisi even more and only leaves me with 2 questions. Why don’t more people know about this EP? & When is the next EP/Album out?



Summer Wrap Up

Screen Shot 2017-08-24 at 05.50.55.pngIt’s been so long since I’ve done a post like this and I’ve honestly missed doing it. I missed June & July’s Wrap ups, so I decided instead of trying to catch up I’m just going to do one huge wrap up at the end of August which is basically the end of summer.I also I thought I’d address where I’ve been over the last couple of months as I haven’t done as many bookish posts/reviews. I hope not to make this too long of a post but we’ll see.Off we go!

Where Have I Been

In January 2016 a close family member of mine was diagnosed with cancer and in February of this year we were told it’s terminal. If you follow me on twitter you would know that the family member was my grandfather and that he passed away on the 6th June since then I’ve found it really hard to keep up with everything and so therefore my blog has suffered but I can happily say I am back now and I hope to keep up with all the bookish events and reviews from now on! I would also like to take this time to say thank you to all the really lovely people on Twitter who have been really supportive of me over the past couple of months!

What Have I Been Up To?

Dreamgirls – I finally saw Dreamgirls in the West End in June after dying to see it for so long and honestly it was INCREDIBLE. I would highly recommend booking a ticket and going to see this fantastic musical.

If Birds Fly Back launch I absolutely adored If Birds Fly Back and I was so happy to be invited to the launch at Queen Park Books which if you haven’t visited before you totally should because it’s a beautiful independent bookshop

Work Experience I did 3 solid weeks of work experience at a Hotel, Marks & Spencer and NME which was incredible. I honestly loved working in music journalism.

YALC –  I attended YALC for the first time and I had the most incredible time with Bex and Jess who were the best people to run around YALC with!

New York – I finally made a trip back to New York after 3 years and I was just in love as I was 3 years ago. I finally visited the Strand which is an amazing bookshop and is on the same street as my favourite restaurant Max Brenner.

What Have I Read?

  • Perdition – Lindsey Ouimet
  • Forever – Monica Murphy
  • Waiting For Callback – Perdita & Honor Cargill
  • Songs About Us – Chris Russell
  • Dare To Fall – Estelle Maskame
  • No Filter – Orlagh Collins
  • Lorali – Laura Dockrill
  • When Dimple Met Rishi – Sandy Menon
  • Windfall – Jennifer E. Smith
  • 180 Seconds – Jessica Park
  • One Italian Summer – Keris Stainton
  • The Thousandth Floor – Katherine McGee
  • Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire
  • Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 
  • Dear Martin – Nic Stone
  • Mr 60% – Clete Barrett Smith
  • It Had To Be You – Lizzy Charles

I haven’t done that well over the last couple of months but I’m definitely planning to pick up my game especially after all all the books I accumulated at YALC.

What have you read over the summer?

Waiting For Callback – Perdita & Honor Cargill




Geek Girl meets Fame meets New Girl in this brilliantly funny new series!

When Elektra is discovered by an acting agent, she imagines Oscar glory can’t be far away, but instead lurches from one cringe-worthy moment to the next! Just how many times can you be rejected for the part of ‘Dead Girl Number Three’ without losing hope? And who knew that actors were actually supposed to be multi-lingual, play seven instruments and be trained in a variety of circus skills?

Off-stage things aren’t going well either – she’s fallen out with her best friend, remains firmly in the friend-zone with her crush and her parents are driving her crazy. One way or another, Elektra’s life is now spent waiting for the phone to ring – waiting for callback.

Can an average girl-next-door like Elektra really make it in the world of luvvies and starlets?

My Thoughts

I absolutely adored this book. I’ve seen so many people boast about how good this book is and all I can say is that they were SO right!

Waiting For Callback is an extremely realistic book on how going in to acting as a child is.As someone who’s experienced child acting I could relate to this book 100%.

This book had me bending over laughing. Elektra had so many funny moments that I couldn’t possibly list.

Waiting For Callback is an addictive novel that had me rushing through the chapters.It portrayed the ups and downs of a normal teenagers life.I also loved the  quotes at the top of each chapter,

This a wonderful novel that I would highly recommend if you haven’t read it already.


Published By: Simon and Schuster UK

BLOG TOUR -The Way Back To Us



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Since their youngest son, Teddy, was diagnosed with a life-defining illness, Anna has been fighting: against the friends who don’t know how to help; against the team assigned to Teddy’s care who constantly watch over Anna’s parenting; against the school who refuse to let Teddy start until special mobility specifications have been met; and against the impulse to put Teddy above all else – including his older brother, the watchful, sensitive Isaac.

And now Anna can’t seem to stop fighting against her husband, the one person who should be able to understand, but who somehow manages to carry on when Anna feels like she is suffocating under the weight of all the things that Teddy will never be able to do.

As Anna helplessly pushes Tom away, he can’t help but feel the absence of the simple familiarity that should come so easily, and must face the question: is it worse to stay in an unhappy marriage, or leave?


I am so happy and extremely lucky to have  the lovely author, Kay on my blog for a Q&A!!

What inspired you to write this book?

The Way Back to Us came from several stands of thought.  My starting perspective with Anna’s and Tom’s marriage and child-rearing situation was that it was like any marriage, but dialled up. In most relationships there is a polarisation of roles and responsibilities and I wanted to think about the implications of that. Similarly, I think modern motherhood is so scrutinised, so beset with advice and strategies and must-do’s, and I thought writing about a child with a life-limiting illness ramped all that up. I was also interested in exploring how a woman who is used to being in control of her life suddenly finds herself no longer to be so. For so many women it’s a case of thinking if they just try a little harder, be more conscientious, more focused, they can somehow manage, and I was interested in exploring a situation where however hard Anna tries, there are always going to be elements which are beyond her control.

    What were your emotions while writing this book?

Whatever you feel emotionally when writing, it’s counter-balanced by a more rational sense of technically what you are doing, and a conceptual sense of the themes and ideas that you are trying to explore. I think perhaps if you are literally subsumed by your characters’ situations and dilemmas, you lose the necessary overview of where the book is going. However, some days when I was writing from Anna’s perspective, I could literally physically feel her frustration in my chest. I was also very mindful of treading a fine line between the reader empathising with her situation and becoming intolerant of her inability to be helped, which was occasionally fraught. 

What made you want to write?

I love creating characters, and imagining and articulating their emotional inner lives.

Who are some of your favourite authors?

So many! Maggie O’Farrell, Elizabeth Strout, Anne Tyler, Anne Patchett, Sebastian Barry, Virginia Woolf, George Eliot, Kate Atkinson, Tessa Hadley.

Can you tell us anything about your next book?

I’m busy working on who and what it will be. Ideas come from so many places and seem to crystallise in their own time.

What is your opinion on Anna?

I felt very much for her. She is a woman who is used to acing her life. She’s accustomed to achieving, to being focused, and to being in control, and then there’s suddenly a situation which tears up all those assumptions and makes her feel besieged by others who she feels are judging her. Her frustration, and her 

Is there anything you want people to achieve after reading this book?

That’s a tricky question! Perhaps two things; firstly to be mindful of the paths taken within a relationship and the longer term impact of those choices, and secondly how each of us manages our own sense of being scrutinised and validated by others, and to somehow have the confidence to live life a little less accountably.

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Perdition – Lindsey Ouimet



After the death of her stepfather, Michaela Reilly’s family picks up and moves from the bustling city of Miami to a tiny speck of a town in the middle of nowhere Georgia. Starting over is always hard, but when you’re stuck with an emotionally wrecked mother who won’t even look at you and the responsibility of practically raising your younger brother and sister, it’s even more difficult.

Life in a small, rural town is a lot different from what she’s used to. Beaches are replaced with lazy, shaded rivers. Six lane highways with dirt roads. And Levi, the cute preacher’s son, with intentions as pure as his smile, takes the place of a string of shallow, meaningless hookups back home.

Some things remain the same no matter where you go, however. Like the way a cute boy can make things seem not so bad, or how when you fall in love You. Just. Know.

It’s too bad it’s not only the good things that are universal. Bad things can follow you, no matter how far away from them you run. Secrets always end up hurting people. A troubled past will come back to haunt you. Michaela has bot

My Thoughts

I would like to thank the publisher for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

Perdition is a simple story with relatable themes.

There were many parts of this book that I enjoyed. I love the fact that none of the characters were perfect as it just made it easier to connect with characters.

There were bits that I didn’t enjoy as much and that I thought could have developed more as it made it a bit cliche but it still made it a cutesy romance.

There was a a omg moment at the end of the book that I did not see coming.A beautiful ending but not what you would expect.


Published By: Evernight Teen

T is For A Tree


Eddy knows he’s not like other teenagers. He doesn’t look like them. He doesn’t think like them. He doesn’t go to school or have friends like they do. Eddy’s not even allowed to leave his bedroom – except on shower day of course. He doesn’t know why; all Eddy knows is that he’s different.

Abandoned by his mother and kept locked away by his grandmother, Eddy must spend his life watching the world go by from his bedroom window. Until Reagan Crowe moves in next door and everything starts to change. She’s kind, funny, beautiful, and most importantly, she’s Eddy’s first friend. Over time, Reagan introduces Eddy to the strange and wonderful world outside his bedroom: maths, jam, love.

But growing up isn’t that simple for either of them. And Eddy has a secret. The tree that’s slowly creeping in through his window from the garden is no ordinary tree. But then again, Eddy’s no ordinary boy. He’s special…

Set over the course of five years, T is for Tree is moving, life-affirming, and shows that we can all find greatness in the small things.

First and foremost HAPPY PUBLICATION DAY TO T IS FOR TREE!!!! You all definitely need to go and buy a lovely copy of this book available at  Amazon  & Waterstones. I am fortunate enough to be able to share with you the first 2 chapters of this beautifully moving book. Enjoy!

Hailey knew she was still bleeding but it was now or never. 

Nobody told her it would be like this. Wasn’t that the doctor’s job – to tell her that something had gone drastically, horribly wrong and how to make it all just go away? Maybe she should stick around in case they were going to tell her they could make it all better. That this could all be fixed. 

But her instinct to escape was stronger. She couldn’t bear the thought of a lifetime of disapproving glances. All of those ‘I told you so’s, the first of which would cruise out of her mother’s mouth with a smugness she couldn’t bear to witness. 

The nurse, who was pretty nice, all things considered, had wandered out a couple of minutes ago and the doctor was probably off checking his bank balance somewhere. The only other obstacle would be her mother and she was bound to be back at any moment. No, Hailey knew she had to get out and keep going until there was nobody left to find her. 

Climbing gingerly out of the bed, she folded the cover back over the red splotch on her sheets. She’d grab some paracetamol or something at a pharmacy on the way out of town. 

As she slipped her jeans up her legs, leaving them unzipped because it hurt too much to do them up, the object in the corner made a noise. It was just a simple noise, the sound of a living thing and for a fleeting moment Hailey felt compelled to go over to the clear plastic crib. To go over there would be wrong though. It was a trap. 

Taking a purposefully wide berth, turning her head away from the wriggling arms and legs, Hailey paused in the doorway. 

No . . . I have to go. I can’t love this thing. I don’t even know how to. 

But, unable to help herself and despite the certainty this would ruin it all, she strode back to the place where her newborn son kicked and punched at the strange world around him. Did part of her feel something for this needful thing, this thing that had no control over the way it was made? Yes. Probably. Maybe. 

Reaching in, she felt the baby’s tiny hand clench hold of her little finger as his grip tightened momentarily around her heart. This, she recognised, this very moment was a massive fork in the road of her life and whatever she did now, it had to be decisive. 

‘I’m so sorry,’ she whispered and surprised herself in the process as she wiped a tear from her eye. ‘Be a good little boy.’ 

Then pulling her hand away, pretending not to notice how strong the boy’s grip really was, she retreated back to the doorway. No more looking back now . . . this was all about moving forward. Never mind the leaden lump in her throat. 

Checking left, then right, Hailey counted to three inside her head and stepped out into the corridor as though she had every reason to be there. 

Assuming her rst real obstacle would be the nurses’ station out by the entrance to the maternity ward, Hailey suffered a sudden pang of horror when she turned a corner and found her mother walking towards her. In the half-second it took for her to duck into the closest room, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on her brow and for a moment she thought she might actually need to sit down before she passed out altogether. 

Had her mother seen her? They certainly hadn’t made eye contact but that didn’t mean anything when it came to Daisy Sullivan. That woman had keener eyes than an eagle. 

Hailey could hear her mother’s footsteps now. She could recognise them anywhere. 

Slipping away from the door, Hailey faced into the room and discovered a whole new set of problems. Staring back at her, with some confusion and a growing curiosity, was a postnatal mother, new babe in her arms, and a nurse, who had obviously been in the midst of some piece of advice or another. 

‘Can I help you?’ asked the nurse. 

Shaking her head soundlessly, Hailey felt, more than heard, her mother’s sturdy stride now. She was right outside the door. 

‘Are you lost?’ 

Listening intently and feeling about as inconspicuous as reworks in March, Hailey ignored the question and focused on the doorway beside her. If her mother walked in now, all hell would break loose. 

‘I’m going to have to ask you to leave please,’ the nurse said, growing obviously irritated. 

Afraid she would be heard, Hailey clenched her teeth and prepared to leave the room, straining her ears for movement outside. Where were those footfalls now? Her mother hadn’t pounced through the door. 

‘Sorry. Wrong room.’ Cautiously slipping back out into the hallway, Hailey found her mother nowhere in sight. 

‘You’re the girl from 413, aren’t you?’ the nurse called from behind her. 

It wasn’t worth answering. 

Ignoring the pain, Hailey hit the corridor at nearly a jog. The sliding door that promised to be her escape was only a few seconds away now. 

‘Where are you going?’ The nurse was in the corridor now. Hailey didn’t look back; to do so would only advertise her guilt. ‘Ruth!’ 

A head poked out from the nurses’ station just as Hailey rushed past. 

‘She’s doing a—’ 

Hailey guessed the last word was probably ‘runner’ but she didn’t stick around to find out. 

She piled through the sliding doors and along the next corridor before bursting out into the brightly lit foyer. Unashamedly limping now and clutching her screaming belly, she straight-lined it for the main entrance. Mercifully the security guard looked like he was a day away from retirement and paid her no heed. After all, she was just a kid. 

Jumping into the first taxi in the rank, Hailey patted the bank card in her pocket for reassurance. 

‘The nearest train station please,’ she instructed. ‘And please hurry.’ 

As they pulled away toward the maze of mid-town traffic, Hailey swivelled around and checked through the back window. With one last reflection, Hailey looked to where she figured her room was. Or where her room had been. It wasn’t hard to find either. It was the one with her mother staring out of the open window. Had she seen her leave? 

Perhaps she was just getting some fresh air, Hailey told herself. She was surprised to find herself feeling an entirely unexpected emotion. It wasn’t guilt, even though that would be understandable. It was sadness. In that hospital room were both ends of her life. A life as it had every right to be. A mother who, in spite of her shortcomings, had loved her in her own way, and a baby . . . a strange little baby that she didn’t know how to love. 

Turning to face forward, Hailey watched as the meter churned away what little cash she had and cried silent tears. 


Twelve Years Later

Chapter 1 – shower time 

‘Eddy. Get yourself ready, it’s shower day.’ Grandma Daisy punctuated her authority with a short, sharp rap on Eddy’s bedroom door.
Eddy obediently got out of his chair, the one by the old wooden desk, and proceeded to undress. He knew the routine. T-shirt, trousers, undies, socks. 

Always socks last. Always.
Within two minutes of Grandma Daisy’s knock he was standing on his side of the closed bedroom door, old clothes in his arms ready for washing, and as naked as he’d been that fateful day his mother had snuck out of the hospital, never to be seen again. 

The bedroom door  rung open and Grandma Daisy seemed almost to touch both sides and the top of the doorjamb. Eddy knew well enough to stand back because that was the way she always opened his door. 

‘Good,’ she said. ‘Now go get under the water. I want half that soap gone by the time I come to get 

you out.’ Grandma Daisy reached down and took the old clothes out of Eddy’s hands. There’d be a new set waiting on his bed when he got back. There always was and there always would be. ‘Now get going before you miss the warm water.’ 

Shower days were all right as far as Eddy was concerned. It gave him a chance to see new stuff . Had Grandma Daisy changed one of the pictures in the hall? If one of the other doors was open, he could get a glimpse of another room, a whole different room than his own. He also got to walk past the top of the stairs, and if he walked slow enough and craned his neck just right, he could actually see the front door. The white front door with windows in it. Windows that showed the big, wide world on the outside. 

But there were no doors open today. Grandma Daisy had changed no pictures and she chose today to tail him all the way to the bathroom. There was no dawdling at the top of the stairs. That was okay though. He still liked shower day. 

As per usual, the shower was already running by the time he stepped into the small upstairs bathroom. Eddy pulled the shower curtain aside, stepped under the lukewarm water and felt the wetness cover his body like a new idea. He knew Grandma Daisy was off doing her own thing by now and she wouldn’t be back until well after the water had turned ice cold, cold enough so that he had to squeeze into the back corner of the shower cubicle where only the odd drip could reach him. 

‘Make hay while the sun shines.’ That’s what  Grandma Daisy would say. ‘Make hay while the sun shines.’ 

So he grabbed hold of the slippery soap from the little shelf beside him and began rubbing it all over before the water turned nasty. You had to do it quick because it wasn’t just a matter of getting it on, you had to get it on as well. Grandma Daisy didn’t like it at all if he still had soap in his hair when she came to dry him off . Not only that. She always did a load of washing at the same time as his shower and that made it like Russian roulette. He never quite knew when that rush of cold water would come with each new washing cycle downstairs. 

What Grandma Daisy didn’t know, however, was that while she was downstairs doing her thing, Eddy played a trick on her. Yes, he washed himself good and well, but he’d learned to do that real quick. When he’d finished though, he’d pull the shower curtain ever so slightly aside, hop up on to the little step that divided the shower cubicle from the bathroom oor and look at himself in the mirror on the opposite wall. He’d have to be careful though. Good thing that Grandma Daisy’s stairs were creaky. Two of them always creaked and most times three or even four. 

But the mirror, well, that was magical.
He could actually see himself looking back at him. Eddy had always known he was different. Grandma 

Daisy was forever reminding him of that in one way or another. But what he didn’t understand until he was tall enough to see in the mirror was what exactly ‘different’ was. 


And she was right. He was different. He wasn’t like Grandma Daisy or the lady that came to visit him sometimes (he could never remember her name for more than half a day after each visit). He was different too from the people in the photos on the hallway table. The ones he’d never make the mistake of asking about again. And last but not least, he was different from all the other people he watched going about their lives from his bedroom window. 

His eyes were different. That was the easy part to see. But the rest of his face was different too. He couldn’t exactly explain what was different about it but it definitely wasn’t the same as all the others. When he’d asked Grandma Daisy she’d told him that was simply what ‘dumb’ looked like. So maybe that’s just what it was. Dumb people were given different faces just like the runners in his Guinness Book of World Records book were given long legs. 

So for as long as his courage held out, Eddy stood on tippy-toes and made faces at the dumb boy in the mirror. And when he smiled, somebody smiled right back at him and that was the most marvellous thing in the world. 

This book is now available to buy at  Amazon  & Waterstones.