A boy grieving for his mother, an angry prodigy and a musical genius, all linked by the mysterious Cabinet of Wonders.
Touching the lives of troubled children, the cabinet is both a challenge and a reward offering the miracle of understanding.
These unusual books for children aged 10 and over may be bought separately or as a boxed set.
Age Range: 10+
Size: 198mm x 129mm
Format: ‘B’ paperback
Pages: 176 (each book)
Published: March 2016
Book 1: ISBN: 978-1-908577-50-4
Book 2: ISBN: 978-1-908577-53-5
Book 3: ISBN: 978-1-908577-56-6
Set ISBN: 978-1-908577-59-7
Hildegard smiled. For a girl of ten, she didn’t smile that much, but when she did, it was as if the whole Earth lit up.
Beneath the wrapping paper was some protective corrugated card which they laid to one side.
“How wonderful!” said Mr. King.
He was admiring what had to be the final layer, it was so beautiful, swimming with colours that seemed to shift and shimmer and run into each other like liquid light. You just knew there was nothing beneath it but the mysterious present. When he touched it, Philip thought it felt more like fur than paper, rolling away easily and silently.
At last, there was nothing more to take away.
When she was out and about, she took more notice of the men and women working on the roads and building sites. She watched them carefully, seeing how they measured everything, never rushing, always so focused.
A woman who was foreman at one of these sites saw Lisi staring and had a chat with her, telling her about the different types of bricks and cement and how they made sure everything fitted neatly.
Lisi had a million questions, but three or four had to do for the time being. Once again, she would have liked to tell what she was building, but the foreman probably wouldn’t understand.
She was irritated that the cabinet, so beautiful and so obviously clever was so obstinately obscure. It might do wonderful things, but what was the point of that if they didn’t know how to make it work.
Louey put the instruction book down, looked at the cabinet and said, “We should open the drawers.”
They’d been so distracted by the poem and the book that they’d forgotten the drawers.
“You go first,” he said.