Discover timeless favourites from The Jungle Book and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland to modern classics such as The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. Vintage Children's Classics is a twenty-first century classics list aimed at 8-12 year olds and the adults in their lives. Charlotte has slipped forty years back in time.Includes exclusive material: In the Backstory you can find out all about the First World War and discover some more boarding school stories. She wakes up in the same bed, in the same dormitory, in the same school. But on Charlotte's very first night something mysterious starts to happen. All the other girls know the routine, and each other - no one invites her into their exclusive circles of whispers and giggles. Just suppose you did?' Charlotte Makepeace's first day at boarding school is a bewildering blur of unfamiliar faces, timetables, rules and lists. 'Suppose you got stuck in here, and Clare there in your time. In this book, Im gonna be addressing how to deal with a painful break up like a boss. Most had mud dried thick across their clothes, and all came from the dark station's mouth with the spewings of trains behind, the clankings, thumpings, grindings, the sounds like great devils taking in breaths and blowing them out again.Print Charlotte Sometimes (Vintage Classics) Some came on stretchers borne by whole and ordinary men, some hobbled and leaned on whole ordinary arms. She has two children and three grandchildren, and with her partner, a former academic biologist, divides her time between London and the Canary Islands. How could you dare to become a soldier, knowing that you might end like this? There were men like clowns with white heads, white arms, white legs, men with crutches, slings, and bloodied bandages, and all so distressingly like men you would expect to see walking down the street, two armed, two legged, in hats instead of bandages and suits of black not battered khaki. Charlotte Sometimes is her best-known book, and inspired the song of the same name by the rock group the Cure. It did not seem remote at all, nor did it fit with her vague ideas of war gained from those books of Arthur's she had read, with their flags and glory and brave drummer boys. But this disturbed her, the grotesque kind of circus that came now.

Such things did not disturb her, and the war seemed quite remote. She was used to seeing the wounded men from the hospital with their bright blue uniforms and bright red ties, the colours, she thought, if not the clothes of Arthur's soldiers. “Charlotte was used to all the marks of war: the shabbiness of things, bad food, shop queues, posters about the war effort, people with worried faces, people dressed in black.

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