Shall I tell you about the year I discovered love?
I'd been kicked out of two boarding schools and the last thing I wanted was to be here, on the East Anglian coast, in a third.
But without St Oswald's, I would not have discovered the fisherman's hut with its roaring fire, its striped blankets, its sea monster stew.
Without St Oswald's, I would not have met the boy with the beautiful eyes, the flickering half-smile, and no past.
Without St Oswald's I would not have met Finn.
And without Finn, there would be no story.
Shall we begin?
' . . . thrilling and sensitively told' - Observer
I'd been kicked out of two boarding schools and the last thing I wanted was to be here, on the East Anglian coast, in a third.
But without St Oswald's, I would not have discovered the fisherman's hut with its roaring fire, its striped blankets, its sea monster stew.
Without St Oswald's, I would not have met the boy with the beautiful eyes, the flickering half-smile, and no past.
Without St Oswald's I would not have met Finn.
And without Finn, there would be no story.
Shall we begin?
' . . . thrilling and sensitively told' - Observer