{"product_id":"beswitched-isbn-9780375873294","title":"Beswitched","description":"Twelve-year-old Flora Fox would do anything not to go to Penrice Hall, the boarding school her parents are shipping her off to because of a family emergency. Penrice has horses and an Olympic-size swimming pool, but flashy facilities won't change how Flora feels about being sent away and having to make new friends. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the train ride to Penrice, Flora awakens from a nap to find herself transported into the past—1935, to be exact. As Flora rises to the challenges of her strange new life, she finds that the joys and complications of growing up are the same no matter what the year. And that friends and family will always be there to lend a helping hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for\u003c\/u\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003e Beswitched\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/u\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA Junior Library Guild Selection\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ★\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“This absorbing novel…features \u003cb\u003ea dimensional, delightful protagonist, whose personality and growth ring true\u003c\/b\u003e....Along   with the entertaining magical elements, the universal themes of   self-discovery, and looking beyond appearances combine into a wholly   engaging and enjoyable read.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred Review\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Saunders offers a coming-of-age tale against the rich backdrop of full period detail . . . \u003cb\u003e[It] will charm readers.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A ripping English boarding-school story with \u003cb\u003ea perceptive heroine and time-travel twist guaranteed to appeal\u003c\/b\u003e to modern schoolgirls.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for Kate Saunders\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003c\/u\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003eBeswitched\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/u\u003e \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA Junior Library Guild Selection\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ★\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“This absorbing novel…features \u003cb\u003ea dimensional, delightful protagonist, whose personality and growth ring true\u003c\/b\u003e....Along  with the entertaining magical elements, the universal themes of  self-discovery, and looking beyond appearances combine into a wholly  engaging and enjoyable read.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred Review\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Saunders offers a coming-of-age tale against the rich backdrop of full period detail . . . \u003cb\u003e[It] will charm readers.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A ripping English boarding-school story with \u003cb\u003ea perceptive heroine and time-travel twist guaranteed to appeal\u003c\/b\u003e to modern schoolgirls.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cu\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eFive Children on the Western Front\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eWinner of the Costas Award for Children’s Fiction\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ★\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“\u003cb\u003eAn irresistible read.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Saunders strikes a\u003cb\u003e surprisingly successful balance between the mischievous magic of the sand fairy and the harsh realities of wartime\u003c\/b\u003e England.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eA dramatic, heartrending look at World War I’s far-reaching consequences\u003c\/b\u003e for families and individuals.”—\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003eThe Curse of the Chocolate Phoenix\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eSaunders weaves the supernatural with the ordinary with ease.\u003c\/b\u003e Readers who enjoyed \u003ci\u003eThe Whizz Pop Chocolate Shop \u003c\/i\u003ewill not be disappointed.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Clearly, Saunders has honed her deft and breezy comic style while affectionately channeling mild \u003cb\u003eechoes of \u003ci\u003eHarry Potter\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Hobbit.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eReviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Saunders’s imagination is out in full force. \u003cb\u003eHand this to readers who love adventure, fantasy, and \u003ci\u003eMission Impossible\u003c\/i\u003e–type adventure.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003eThe Whizz Pop Chocolate Shop\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eThis story has adventure, excitement, humor and magic, and will appeal\u003c\/b\u003e to boys and girls alike.”—\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eReminiscent of Roald Dahl’s \u003ci\u003eCharlie and the Chocolate Factory.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A quick pace and intricate plot twists keep excitement high . . . [in] this \u003cb\u003eenjoyable and moving romp\u003c\/b\u003e through a magical London underworld.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003eMagicalamity\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e ★\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“\u003cb\u003e[Children] will love this action-packed adventure, brimming with sly humor\u003c\/b\u003e and clever asides….This book should fly off the shelves, with or without a magic carpet.”—\u003ci\u003eSLJ, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred Review\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eA quick, magical romp.\u003c\/b\u003e”—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Saunders weaves \u003cb\u003ea tight tale\u003c\/b\u003e with a satisfying conclusion.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eKATE SAUNDERS has written lots of books for adults and children. She lives in London with her son and her three cats.1\u003cbr\u003eRock Bands and Ponies\u003cbr\u003eAt least look at the picture!\" Flora's dad begged. \"Don't you want to know what to expect?\"\u003cbr\u003eHe pushed the glossy brochure across the table. It had a photo on the cover of a large white house on a very green lawn, and the words \"Penrice Hall--Individual Fulfilment in a Homelike Atmosphere.\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora scowled and pushed it back. \"It doesn't matter what I expect, does it? Not unless I have a choice about going there.\"\u003cbr\u003eHer father opened his mouth to say something, but her mother gently touched his arm to stop him.\u003cbr\u003e\"All he means,\" she told Flora, \"is that you might like it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, I won't,\" Flora said. \"Nothing on earth could make me like it.\"\u003cbr\u003eDad let out a long sigh that was half a groan. He looked anxious and exhausted, and even more ancient than usual--he had not had time to shave that morning, and the bristles on his chin were gray. The fact that he was a million years older than everyone else's dad had always been an embarrassment to Flora. Her mother, though not such a relic, also looked annoyingly old.\u003cbr\u003eFlora was angry with them. Why couldn't they fix this disaster? Why were they being such wimps? They kept saying sorry--but what good was that when they refused to change anything?\u003cbr\u003e\"I need another coffee,\" Dad said, standing up. \"Flora, do you want anything else? Another croissant?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"No!\" Flora snapped. \"Stop trying to stuff me with food--do you want me to be fat as well as miserable?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"We're fine,\" Mum assured him. \"Don't rush, darling. There's plenty of time.\"\u003cbr\u003eThey were in a coffee shop at the station. Flora's gleaming new backpack and laptop case lay at her feet. Dad went to join the long queue at the counter.\u003cbr\u003e\"Plenty of time,\" Mum muttered again, looking at her watch. \"I really think we'll be fine--though we're going to have to dash for our plane after we've seen you off.\" She leaned across the table. \"Flora, please don't be so hard on Dad--he's having such a horrible time at the moment.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"He's having a horrible time! What about me?\" Flora's voice was tight with fury. \"My entire life has just been destroyed!\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't exaggerate.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I've been separated from all my friends--my house is being torn apart--\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Flora!\" For the first time, her mother's voice had a hint of snap. \"We're both desperately sorry about this whole situation--but there isn't a thing we can do about it--so don't you think you should start trying to accept it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"No!\" Flora said. \"Why do I have to go to a boarding school?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I've told you a million times,\" Mum said, obviously straining to be patient. \"We don't know how long we're going to have to stay in Italy--or how long the builders are going to be at home--this is the only way we can cope. And it's only for two terms at the most.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Why d'you have to go to Italy?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Stop it, Flora. You know perfectly well why--because Granny broke her hip and can't take care of herself. And because we've got to sell her house and about a hundred years' worth of furniture. And Lord knows when the new flat will be ready at our own house. Why must you make it more difficult? Are you really so selfish that you're making all this fuss about two terms at a boarding school? A very luxurious and expensive boarding school, I might add.\"\u003cbr\u003eThe unfairness of this was so enormous that it took Flora's breath away. \"You and Dad are the selfish ones. You just decided everything without asking me.\"\u003cbr\u003eHer mother suddenly looked very tired. \"OK--what would you have done differently?\"\u003cbr\u003eThis was even more unfair. Knowing what to do was their job. \"I don't see why Granny has to come and live with us.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"She's your dad's mother and she's alone,\" Mum said. \"All her husbands are either dead or married to other people. She's old and frail, and she can't look after herself. Where else is she supposed to go?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"How should I know?\" Flora snapped. \"Can't he put her in a home?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Flora!\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora knew how nasty she sounded, but the misery of the past few days weighed on her chest like a stone. If she hadn't kept up being angry, she might have cried. \"Dad doesn't even like Granny,\" she said bitterly.\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't be silly.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"She deserted him when he was little. She just ran away with her lover.\" Flora was scornful.\u003cbr\u003eMum sighed. \"Well, yes, she did. Her lover was a very famous artist--and she got rather famous for inspiring him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"For sleeping with him, you mean.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't let Dad hear you talking like that.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Why not?\" Flora muttered. \"Why can't I tell the truth all of a sudden?\"\u003cbr\u003eMum sighed again, and frowned with the effort of choosing her words. \"Look. Granny's not the maternal type--some women are like that. And Dad says he's glad he did all his growing up with his father and stepmother--you remember Nana, and how he adored her. He didn't get to know his real mother until he was in his twenties.\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora had heard this story many times. \"I know, I know--when he hitchhiked to Italy and turned up on her doorstep.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"He's very proud of her,\" Mum said firmly. \"And you should be too--you're named after her, and she's a fascinating woman. The headmaster at Penrice Hall was really impressed when he heard that your granny was Flora Arditti. Lots of the kids at the school have famous parents, but I doubt you can go and see paintings of them in the National Portrait Gallery.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Nude paintings,\" Flora pointed out. Famous pictures of your granny in the nude--how embarrassing was that?\u003cbr\u003e\"She's met everyone from Winston Churchill to Mick Jagger--Picasso painted her portrait. In her day she was one of the most beautiful women in Europe. She's practically a legend, and you should be glad you're getting this chance to know her properly.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, I'm not.\" Flora was sick of hearing how \"fascinating\" and \"wonderful\" Granny was. \"I've seen enough of her to know I don't like her. She's spooky and mean and always telling me off. That's what my life's going to be like from now on, isn't it? Nag, nag, nag. Brush your hair. Sit up straight. Stop texting at the table.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Hmmm, yes,\" Mum said, \"you've had it pretty easy up to now, I suppose.\" And she looked at Flora in a distant, thoughtful way, as if seeing her for the first time. \"We've run the house around you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Are you saying I'm spoiled?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, no,\" Mum said doubtfully. \"But you are rather used to getting your own way--and so is Granny. This isn't going to be easy for her, don't forget. She's used to having her own big house all to herself. A granny flat in a Wimbledon semi might seem like a bit of a comedown.\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora said, \"I can't do it, that's all. Italy was bad enough.\"\u003cbr\u003eShe suddenly had a vivid memory of Casa Boffi, her grandmother's big house in Italy, where she had spent two dreary weeks last summer. It was a dark and dusty place, in the middle of baking countryside, with no swimming pool for miles. The furniture was weird, and there were paintings everywhere. It had been like staying in a really hot, uncomfortable art gallery. There had been long, long meals, where Granny told endless stories about her four husbands and countless lovers.\u003cbr\u003eA single tear slid down Flora's nose. It had been horrible. Flora had been allowed to bring her best friend, Ella, as company. Granny had barely noticed they were there--Mum had to cough loudly to remind her, when her stories got too rude. When she did notice, she forgot their ages and tried to give them gin and tonic.\u003cbr\u003e\"Which one is my grandchild again?\" she had asked Dad one evening. \"Is it the lumpy one or the little weasel?\"\u003cbr\u003eElla was now her ex-best friend, and hadn't really spoken to her since. Flora had been furious about the \"little weasel,\" and she didn't blame Ella for being angry with Granny for calling her lumpy--but why was Ella angry with her? She had tried and tried to put it right, but Ella carried on avoiding her. It had spoiled the first term at APS (short for Alderman Popham Secondary), which should have been so much fun.\u003cbr\u003eAnd now her grandmother had to slip on a squashed grape and break her hip. The Italian mansion was too much for her to manage now, so Dad had decided to convert their garage in south London into a small flat. The scary old woman hung over them like a shadow.\u003cbr\u003eFlora said, \"I feel as if I've lost my home.\"\u003cbr\u003eMum reached across the table to squeeze her hand. \"My precious, try not to worry too much. Even if she wanted to, Granny couldn't turn a semi in Wimbledon into a copy of the Casa Boffi. We'll all have some adjusting to do.\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora said, \"But now I've got to face the boarding school. It's going to be a nightmare.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Honestly, darling, Penrice Hall is incredibly relaxed and easygoing--you'll have your own little room--I think you're allowed to do your own cooking and phone out for takeaways--there's an Olympic-sized pool--five rock bands--\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Blah-blah-blah-blah,\" Flora said rudely.\u003cbr\u003e\"Ponies--\"\u003cbr\u003e\"It's no use, Mum. I know I'm going to hate it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Well then, you'll just have to hate it,\" Mum said.\u003cbr\u003eThere was a throb of anger in her voice that Flora recognized. When she was three she had screamed and screamed until she was finally allowed to wear a leotard to nursery in January. In exactly the same voice, Mum had said, \"Well then, you'll just have to catch pneumonia.\"\u003cbr\u003eFlora had learned then that no amount of screaming could make a January morning less cold. Her parents obeyed most of her wishes, but they couldn't change the weather or prevent old ladies from breaking their hips. They were going to Italy for three months, and she was going to the terrible school, and that was that.\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh bum,\" said Flora. \"Fart and bum.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Stop being so negative.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I really will, you know. I really will totally hate it. For one thing, I'll be literally miles from everyone I know in the world.\"\u003cbr\u003eDad came back to the table and caught the end of this. \"But you'll have your phone, darling. You'll be able to talk to us anytime you like, day or night. And send us emails.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"It's not the same,\" said Flora. \"And anyway, it won't do me much good. If I hate it you won't take me away.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, but you might not hate it. Penrice Hall is a famous school. We're lucky they had a place.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Dad, please. I've just had this conversation with Mum. Spare me the rock bands and ponies.\"\u003cbr\u003eThe three of them spent the next few minutes in miserable silence. Flora looked at her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. She definitely did not look like a little weasel. But if only she didn't look so short and young--Yasmin, who was (sort of) her new best friend, looked at least fourteen. Still, the blond streaks in her light brown hair added a bit of sophistication, and her new clothes were amazing. Her parents felt so guilty about sending her away that Mum had finally stopped trying to dress her in little skirts and flowery cardigans like a six-year-old, and let her choose exactly what she wanted--today, black jeans, red Converses, red T-shirt, silver belt and a seriously cool leather jacket.\u003cbr\u003eDad gulped his tiny cup of black coffee. He really did look old this morning, Flora thought crossly. It was his own fault, for waiting so long to get married and have a baby. People sometimes thought he was Flora's granddad. He was so old that he had been born in 1950. If he hadn't been so old, his mother wouldn't have been such a dinosaur.\u003cbr\u003eA large pigeon pecked at the crumbs on the floor. Station announcements boomed foggily overhead.\u003cbr\u003e\"That's us,\" Dad said. \"Platform Seven.\" He leapt up and grabbed Flora's suitcase--almost as if he were relieved to be getting rid of her.\u003cbr\u003eTwo huge cases had already been sent ahead by Red Star--cases crammed with wonderful new clothes, makeup and books. Flora only had her snazzy new backpack containing her iPod and the small case for her laptop. Flora had to admit that there were some good things about going away to boarding school. Yasmin had even confessed that she was jealous--\"I'd go to army boot camp if it meant I got a new laptop.\"\u003cbr\u003eBut Yasmin didn't understand how it felt to be let down by your parents. Flora's selfish parents thought they were angels because they wouldn't put Granny in a home--even though she was a notoriously tough old lady who might even have liked it. Yet they saw nothing wrong with banishing their sensitive daughter. She was determined not to let them think they had been forgiven.\u003cbr\u003e\"There's no need to get on the train with me,\" she told her dad haughtily.\u003cbr\u003eAs usual, her parents ignored her and climbed onto the train with her like two clucking old hens.\u003cbr\u003eDad put her laptop case on the small table. \"Now, darling, the train manager knows you're an unaccompanied minor, and he'll--\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Dad, stop telling me. That's the billionth time this morning.\"\u003cbr\u003eMum handed her a posh tuna baguette. \"He'll make sure you get off at the right station--\"\u003cbr\u003e\"I'm not a baby,\" Flora said crossly. \"I know where to get off.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"--and you'll be met by Fiona, who's one of the teachers at Penrice Hall.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Any problems, just call us,\" Dad said. \"Call us whenever you like.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, my darling\"--Mum hugged her hard--\"I'm going to miss you so much!\"\u003cbr\u003eDad said, \"Bye-bye, bunny rabbit,\" and gave her another big hug.\u003cbr\u003eAnd then the whistle shrieked, and they had to leave her.\u003cbr\u003eFlora did not like this moment at all. Suddenly, seeing her parents on the other side of the glass made her feel very young and very lonely. 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