Resultado narrado por "Claudia Winkleman" em Todas as categorias

Welcome to volume III of my memoirs—with me, Holly Hopkinson, still in the middle of flipping nowhere, and still on the brink of MULTIPLE CATASTROPHES, like my parents announcing that we might be moving STATESIDE. Good thing my sister is still into organising protests, thank you very much. PLUS Mum is about to lose what little money we have left on a vegetable shop, there's been a biscuit-fight fiasco in the village, and a family secret I uncovered means my suitcase is packed, my goodbyes are prepared—life is cruel at 12.

Earlier this year, me and the rest of my family had to move to the middle of nowhere after my dad lost his job. Now my mum has just lost her job as well, and I must once again save my family from financial ruin and catastrophe - while dealing with silent brother Harold’s girl drama and sorting out my older sister, Harmony, who has joined the protests about a new housing development in the village. Thank goodness I am armed with my Magic Pocket Watch.

These are the memoirs of ME, Holly Hopkinson, aged almost 10, except without any of the rubbish adults usually put in, thank you very much. My dad just lost his job, which means me and the rest of my family have to leave London and move to the middle of nowhere, which is a TOTAL DISASTER! There’s no Wi-Fi, the local kids are FERAL and there’s animal poo EVERYWHERE. But then for my birthday, my eccentric aunt gave me a magic pocket watch, which I can use to hypnotise and control people.

In this, her first ever book, Claudia invites us all into her world. This is a memoir with a difference (owing to its lack of a plot - genuinely, how do people do that?) and Claudia shares her observations on topics such as the importance of melted cheese, why black coats are vital, how it's never okay to have sex with someone who has an opinion on your date outfit, how nurses are our most precious national treasure and why colourful clothing is only for the under 10s (if you're reading this sporting a bright red jumper and you're nine, great! If you're older, sorry).