Diary extract No 31Met the neighbor boy with the Wodehouse name whilst ill, today, clambering up the stairs on my way back from ballet. (With a fever of 38.6 °C and a scuffed pink pair of slippers in...
Diary extract No 30Feeling tremendously lost. Tired of moving, of living out each others pockets. Strange, because when I was small it was the only thing I lived for. I loved adventure and exploring,...
Diary extract No 2931 July 2011Trapped by visiting relatives. Have decided to hide out in the kitchen. (The empty kitchen.) The house echoes so quietly, now that everything has gone and not even the ...
Diary extract No. 28Tucked myself away in Cees old Wendy house, with the slipper-knocker and the honeysuckles creeping in through the windows. Hiding from the ever-growing mountain of boxes inside, l...
Diary extract No. 27Stories must always begin with Once upon a time or we forget that they arent actually Real. Anastasia did not spend her last days locked in the draughty tower of a castle and Alex...
Diary extract No. 26Today;Home, finally, but only for the week. Or this home anyway--cosy and quiet and always smells like lavender and saltwater. I think all I need to be happy is a small house with...
Diary extract No. 25So many days spent Worrying. I worry about the cracks, sometimes. Worry they are going to open wide and swallow everything and all the universe will bury us alive. Cant step on th...
January was: Tiny swan painted on my cheek, gliding across my cheekbone. Tumbling into rosebushes in my sleep, somehow; surprise scratches on my face and arms. Days spent squinting through microscope...
Keep a daily diary. Always take a ride on each carousel you see. Stop to give coins to every violinist you hear. Never pass a lemonade stand without buying a glass. Always have a drawing book and pen...
Things I will always love about Wintertime:I have missed vin chaud, hot and sugary down my throat. I have missed the Christmas market, carols on the accordion and everyone bundled to the nines....
We were like Ghosts this day. Weightless. Boneless. I clutched at Lunas hand so I wouldnt float away. We sat beside the Seine and fed swans bits of baguette, but the swans preferred to nibble our boo...
Stars are Real. (You must Remember.)This house echoes at night, when everyone is tucked into their bedclothes, and we have to be so very quiet as we creep down the hall in our embroidered nightgowns,...
I am missing my Woods desperately. I am missing Bea and Em and Tallie and even Clio. But mostly I am missing Kay because while I will see all the others very soon, she is gone away to China. For some...
Where Susan reads dictionaries by torchlight in their bomb shelter, memorising the words and meanings by heart to keep her mind off the sound of the aeroplanes and explosions. Where Edmund clutches t...
Alexandre has taken all the black keys off the piano. Pasted skeleton keys there instead. He tells me he needs them to open the castle doors. There are no castles here, though. Weve left them all beh...
I bought an hundred wishes today at the penny shop. An hundred wishes for an hundred pennies. Not the ones that streak across dark skies or drop into empty wells, but little periwinkle draw tickets. ...
Je crains mon chant du cygne. Il me hante sans bruit, caché, donc je fuis. Je fuis à travers les océans, sur les navires fait du destin. Mon destin. ( Le capitaine a un cygne et il me suit où que jai...
Sometimes, when nightfalls and all the lights slowly fade away, I whisper to the Moon. The Moon Man that fishes for two little dreams and is looking for lost little baby stars that slid from th...
Magic has to be believed thats the only way its real.My days have been spent at the top of attic stairs amongst Old Things. I forget myself up there, I think, surrounded by Dust and Past. Its a treme...
A charming soldier swept me off my feet tonight. They were all there, the soldiers, with their gleaming brass buttons and perfectly ironed uniforms. They stood rigid and their shoes shone from h...
We all have thimbles for our hearts, you see? To protect from things that prick and poke and pierce. I am full. So very full. This great Heaviness that finds its way inside my heart and settles there...
Ive finally found Lunas bracelet. It is near and dear to my too-small, tiny heart because she clasped it around my wrist just before I had to leave. We were surrounded by suitcases and my valise and ...
Observations on parties. Those times we felt like Mary Lennox in India. We were never allowed to the parties, either. But, sometimes, sometimes, Maman and Papa would bring the magic upstairs with the...
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