Maria is always getting lost in the secret world of her imagination…A ghostly mystery and winner of the Whitbread Award, newly republished in the Essential Modern Classics range.Maria likes to be alone with her thoughts. She talks to animals and objects, and generally prefers them to people. But whilst on holiday she begins to hear things that aren’t there – a swing creaking, a dog barking – and when she sees a Victorian embroidered picture, Maria feels a strange connection with the ten-year-old, Harriet, who stitched it.But what happened to her? As Maria becomes more lost in Harriet’s world, she grows convinced that something tragic occurred…Perfect for fans of ghostly mysteries like ‘Tom’s Midnight Garden’.
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Penelope Lively. A Stitch in Time
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Why You’ll Love This Book by Michelle Magorian
Chapter One. A HOUSE, A CAT AND SOME FOSSILS
Chapter Two. AN ILEX TREE AND A BOY
Chapter Three. CLOCKS AND A SAMPLER
Chapter Four. THE COBB AND SOME DINOSAURS
Chapter Five. THE DAY THAT WAS ALMOST ENTIRELY DIFFERENT
Chapter Six. HARRIET
Chapter Seven. AN AFTERNOON WALK AND A CALENDAR
Chapter Eight. THE SWING
Chapter Nine. RAIN, AND A GAME OF HIDE-AND-SEEK
Chapter Ten. THE PICNIC
Chapter Eleven. A SMALL BLACK DOG AND ONE FINAL PIECE OF BLUE LIAS
About the Author
COLLINS MODERNCLASSICS
About the Publisher
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To Joy, Max, Tim and Nick
In A Stitch in Time by Penelope Lively, eleven-year-old Maria, plain and small, is a thoughtful girl with a sense of humour that few people are aware of. Her parents, a quiet, self-contained couple, live a life of order and routine and treat Maria like pleasant wallpaper.
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The room itself was small, and much filled with furniture – little round tables with frilled edges, a rather high large bed with brass rails at head and foot, many sombre pictures, and, on one of the tables, a miniature chest about eighteen inches high with many small drawers. Maria opened one, and was confronted with three rows of bluish-grey fossils, like little ridged wheels, neatly arranged on faded brown stuff like felt and labelled in small meticulous handwriting. Promicroceras planicosta, she read. Asteroceras obtusum.
“Well,” said her mother. “We’d better get the cases up. Are you coming?”
