Dame jacqueline wilson

I don’t remember how I got into reading. Neither of my parents were big readers, and we didn’t have bookshelves at home – but I loved visiting the library. I could spend hours there, completely lost i

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

Our childhood beach was made of the finest sand, the sort you get in an egg-timer. I grew up in Morar, a lovely little village on the northwest coast of Scotland. My parents owned a hotel opposite the

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