J.M.Carr
The Wonder Girls
1936
The Blackshirts, British supporters of Adolf Hitler, are marching. Londoners are on the streets resisting them . . .
1937
4000 child refugees from
The Spanish Civil War are due
to arrive at Southampton Docks . . .
1938
It's the year of The KinderTransport but will Baby and Fingers actually get to America at last?
In the chaos a terrified golden-haired girl pulls street-thief Baby from certain death, but Blackshirts overpower them and seize the girl.
Baby tracks the Blackshirts to the coast, where she finds a railway carriage hidden in Brambles, a gang of renegade girls and thirteen-year- old Ida trying to protect her golden haired little sister. . .
Fifteen-year-old would be doctor, Letitia Ketton from Norfolk is determined to help with the rescue effort. Most of the children are taken to a camp, north of the town but some under the 'care' of a teacher called Easton Fitzgerald are billeted at Nettlefield Grange Orphanage. Baby is sure the Blackshirts are putting kids in peril again – have they jumped from the frying pan into the fire?
Baby and the other wonder girls must work out what the fascists are really up to, and to prevent a Nazi invasion, persuade Letitia to value what she's really good at.
A dystopian mystery for older middle grade to young adult readers set in a world where one huge corporation sells everything . . .
In the derelict house next door to a building site, Dawn lives with a young woman who says to call her Mum.
Dawn loves the hole in the roof, where she can always see blue. She loves her book of birds and she loves Mrs Goring, the old lady who lives on the ground floor.
But when Dawn's medicine runs out and Mrs Goring disappears, Dawn begins to see the world as it really is.
Next door, the new facility to hold children like her is almost finished. But Dawn wants to live.
Can she escape, find Mrs Goring and the truth about her family before the doors to the Sparehouse open?
The threat is grim, but hope is alive and well.
Is that enough to save a generation of 'spares' like Dawn?