"....I came to live at the yellow house when I was six years old. I stood on the steps in the wind, and the swirls of sand, and my father pulled the brass bell-knob beside the huge front door. Together we listened to the distant jangle and to footsteps padding nearer. My father did a little dance on his short legs, and whistled.
Then there followed sharp scenes of confusion and dismay. 'Shut the door. Shut the door. The sand, the sand!' and figures stood about the hall on coloured tiles."
That is the opening of the Cornflower Book Group's September book. You'll find all the details here, and I hope you'll decide to join us in reading it and talking about it.
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