Kiran says (the shelf) is full of stories. If it is, then I like fairy stories. Fairy stories are fair. In them wishes are granted, words are enchanted, the honest and brave make it safely through to the last page… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Darling Daddy, This is Rose. Very good news. Caddy is going to marry Micheal. In case you have forgotten because you have not been home for so long he is the one with the ponytail and the earring that you do not like. And Caddy says she will have a white lace dress and three bridesmaids, Saffron and Sarah and… — Hilary McKay Copy Share
“I love people who play guitars on roofs!" said Rose, hopping along the pavement in one of her sudden happy moods. "Don't you?" "Never… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“There are all sorts of families," Tom's grandmother had remarked, and over the following few weeks Tom became part of the Casson family, as… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“You can't be disgusting to people just because they annoy you!" she exclaimed very crossly. "Thousands of people annoy me! Millions of people annoy… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
Darling Daddy, This is Rose. The shed needs new wires now it has blown up. Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to see if… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Oh, Micheal darling!" "Don't call me darling, I'm a driving instructor!” — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
How can I give you nothing? Do you seriously expect me to buy nothing, wrap up nothing, stick a gift tag on nothing, send… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“He's an artist in London. We don't see him much." Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Darling Daddy, This is Rose. Saffy says everyone says it is Indigo's fault that their Head has two black eyes and a swelled-up nose.… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Rose's work of art took her all day, including two playtimes, story time, and most of lunch. At the end of school it was… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
“Her mood was suddenly in free fall, a state she knew all too well. A heaviness inside. A hollow loneliness. A need to either… — Hilary McKay Copy Share Image
