Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms

Katherine Rundell

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 1442490624

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Even a life on the untamed plains of Africa can’t prepare Wilhelmina for the wilds of an English boarding school in this “gripping, magical, and heartwarming tale of resilience, friendship, and hope” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).

Wilhelmina Silver’s world is golden. Living half-wild on an African farm with her horse, her monkey, and her best friend, every day is beautiful. But when her home is sold and Will is sent away to boarding school in England, the world becomes impossibly difficult. Lions and hyenas are nothing compared to packs of vicious schoolgirls. Where can a girl run to in London? And will she have the courage to survive?

From the author of Rooftoppers, which Booklist called “a glorious adventure,” comes an utterly beautiful story that’s “a treasure of a book” (VOYA).

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silence. “Well, Cynthia . . . it’s settled. The letter came just now. Your little brat’s off to England. If she ever comes out of the bush, that is. It’s in London. Very helpful people at the agency in Harare; nobody could possibly complain. The fees are astronomical, my dear; money puts a stop to gossip.” She laughed, a purring little laugh. “And after that, my sweet sister, . . . everything will be perfectly delightful.” But instead of rapture or relief, the room was filling up with awkward

to your friend.” Will was surprised by how sharply it hurt her chest to see him go. She wished, for perhaps the 999th time, that Leewood hadn’t been an all-girls school. There were no humans in sight now, only the orangutan watching with interest, and a baboon scratching its ankle, and the two monkeys. The heaps of straw in the monkey cage looked warm and soft (though straw wasn’t ever as soft as it looked; Will knew that from nights with the horses), and it smelled like home. Will pulled off

sung at night by the fires. “Inkie Pinkie Ponkie, Ayeh!” Will called into the wind. Nobody stopped. Will sang louder, “Father bought a donkey, Ayeh! Donkey died, Father cried, Inkie Pinkie Ponkie, Ayeh!” Will saw a cluster of upside-down shoes stop in front of her, and heard the click of cameras, and quick laughing talk in a foreign language. Chinese, perhaps, she thought. Will sang louder. Squinting, upside down, she saw a handful of copper coins drop onto her scarf, and then foreign

the men in the compound, which she would have been honestly ashamed to do. Beyond that, Will was free. Simon’s eyes glinted. “Excellent! Chocolate. Ach, ndatenda hangu! I love mint.” Simon pulled a leaf from a branch that poked inquisitively over his shoulder and laid it out like a plate. “Budge up, Wildcat, ja. You’re in my way.” “I can’t! Your big feet are taking up my space.” “My feet! Yours’re bigger.” It was true. Will grinned. Her feet were enormous. She shuffled sideways as, biting

said— Isn’t that what you said the girl’s name was?” he said. “I see.” “Right.” “Step aside, please.” They advanced. “Move aside, kid. We’re going to need to take a look in that trunk.” Daniel saw he had no choice. He clenched his eyes shut and gave the bumper a proper thump. With a shriek of rust, the trunk opened. “Oh,” said the first policeman. And the second policeman added, “Ah.” They looked down at two plastic bags and a patch of spilled soap powder. “Quite.” His grandmother snorted.

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