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A carregar... Letters from the Lighthousepor Emma Carroll
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We weren't supposed to be going to the pictures that night. We weren't even meant to be outside, not in a blackout, and definitely not when German bombs had been falling on London all month like pennies from a jar. February, 1941. After months of bombing raids in London, twelve-year-old Olive Bradshaw and her little brother Cliff are evacuated to the Devon coast. The only person with two spare beds is Mr Ephraim, the local lighthouse keeper. But he's not used to company and he certainly doesn't want any evacuees. Desperate to be helpful, Olive becomes his post-girl, carrying secret messages (as she likes to think of the letters) to the villagers. But Olive has a secret of her own. Her older sister Sukie went missing in an air raid, and she's desperate to discover what happened to her. And then she finds a strange coded note which seems to link Sukie to Devon, and to something dark and impossibly dangerous. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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After thirteen year old Olive is injured during an air raid and her older sister goes missing, Olive and her younger brother are evacuated to the Devon coast, where their sister’s penpal lives.
This is poignant and eventful, about life during wartime and attempts to help refugees. It twists and ties everything together very neatly -- admittedly more neatly than I was expecting from a story about WWII, but that isn’t too surprising given that this is a children’s novel (and not Code Name Verity). I would have thought it perfect when I was Olive’s age.
Reading it now, I was struck by how relevant this sort of story is today… I also really liked Olive’s observations, and the vividness of the coastal community.
We were halfway through the news when the air raid started. It was a Friday in January: we were at the Picture Palace for the 6pm showing of The Mask of Zorro. All month the Luftwaffe had been attacking us, their bombs falling on London like pennies from a jar, so the fact they couldn’t hold off for just a few measly hours made me hate the Germans that little bit more. (