Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms
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Even a life on the untamed plains of Africa can’t prepare Wilhelmina for the wilds of an English boarding school in this “gripping, magical, and heartwarming tale of resilience, friendship, and hope” (Publishers Weekly, starred review).
Wilhelmina Silver’s world is golden. Living half-wild on an African farm with her horse, her monkey, and her best friend, every day is beautiful. But when her home is sold and Will is sent away to boarding school in England, the world becomes impossibly difficult. Lions and hyenas are nothing compared to packs of vicious schoolgirls. Where can a girl run to in London? And will she have the courage to survive?
From the author of Rooftoppers, which Booklist called “a glorious adventure,” comes an utterly beautiful story that’s “a treasure of a book” (VOYA).
And Simon made a gesture to express what he thought of that. “So I thought, okay, I’ll go look at the captain’s madam. And I ran down, from the fields, fast, and I couldn’t stop, and she was out picking flowers and I ran into her, boom! And she was mad like a hornet, mad like a whole nest of stingers, Will, man! And she’s huge, Will—a proper zisikana, this huge woman! And she said she caught me in the private garden again—private garden, Will! Like it was hers, or something—she’d get the
could risk it, and followed three steps behind into the night. His grandmother flung the hanging garage door wide open. The policemen pushed forward, grunting. And Daniel braced himself to run. “There, you see. Nobody there.” Daniel opened his eyes. It was true. And there was nowhere she could be hiding; no matter how small, an African runaway will not fit into a biscuit tin already full of screwdrivers. The men waved their flashlights around in a resentful sort of way. “Look under the car,”
“That’s all we wanted to say, really. That we’re glad.” And then before Will could reply, they added together, “Really glad—ja.” They must have planned it. “Oh,” said Will. “Oh. Ndatenda hangu. I mean—ja. Tatenda, ja? Thank you. I—ja. Thanks.” There weren’t words. Will grinned. “Sha.” All three girls became intensely interested in their soup spoons. Will’s chest felt oddly swollen, too big for her body. “Um . . . I like the soup,” she said. It was a lie, but it was something to say. “Yes. I
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living, and the most beautiful that would ever live, but she was certainly of a different species from the farmer’s pink-and-white princess. Apparently the other men had been having much the same thoughts, because there was a sudden burst of hearty, raucous laughter. “Nah, William! You’re right!” Although he had not spoken. “Ach. Let her be.” “Leave that one to the horseboys.” “Ja, no!” And Madison nearly choked on his own hefty amusement. “Keep her off my land if you can, or I’ll wallop