Sophie is a 21-year-old single mother and this beautifully written novel explores her relationships in all their surprising and sensuous complexities. A companion to the award-winning Secret Scribbled Notebooks.'I am a reading girl, with a pale face, and glasses. People who become enthralled by the world of books, as I am, are often thought to have dull lives, but I feel that my own life is made of the stuff of myth. Or anyway, I intend to make it so. So this is my story. It will be about birth & death and love & sex. I will make it something after my own heart, tender and dark, a little candlelight novel, started this late summer night...'Joanne Horniman's characters live and breathe and find their way into your imagination to make you look at life afresh.'Quietly breathtaking...I love it.' Phoebe Lines, 18'A collection of delicious stolen moments.' Kate O'Donnell, 24

What happens when you can't love the baby you thought you'd adore? Sometimes it seems that the best thing is to run away. This beautifully written novel is Emily's story.Dear You,You are here. I don't know how I know that this is the beginning of you. I just do. I should be afraid. But what I feel is, we can do this. You and I.When she was pregnant, Emmy had such high hopes for the future. But what happens when you can't love the baby you thought you'd adore? Sometimes it seems that the best thing is to run away. Little Wing tells what happens to Emmy when she leaves her baby with the father, Matt, and tries to find her way back to being herself.Praise for Little Wing:This is a novel that clearly speaks to the heart, with a slow-burning hope at its core. Joanne Horniman is one of the best novelists writing books with big ideas and intimate characters for young people today. An exceptional experience.' - Magpies'There is a fragility...

A spellbinding love story between two young women that unfolds like a series of paintings and explores the tender moments that pull them together and the secrets that push them apart.I remember when we lay together for the first time and I closed my eyes and felt the crackle of her dark hair between my fingers. She was all warmth and sparking light. When I was with her, my skin sighed that the centre of the world was precisely here.Anna is afraid she must be unlovable - until she meets Flynn. Together, the girls swim, eat banana cake, laugh and love. Some days Flynn is unreachable; other days she's at Anna's door - but when Anna discovers Flynn's secret, she wonders if she knows her at all.A beautifully crafted novel by award-winning author Joanne Horniman that explores the tension between the tender moments that pull people together and the secrets that push them apart.'True originality, charmingly realistic from first page to last.' Lucienne'I really...

A lyrical, gentle and insightful novel about a single teenage father caring for his baby, while still searching for direction in his own life.Matt had loved Emmy, with her freckled, luminous, magical body; he had loved the way she hadn't given a damn for anything, the way she had climbed onto the roof of the church tower and kissed and kissed him. The way she'd fallen into the river just to know what it felt like. He had loved the way she had said to her parents, 'We'll just love it, okay?'He remembered how they had believed that loving Mahalia would be enough.

This vivid, beautifully crafted and sensuous book gently peels away years of family secrets as it exposes the tangled relationships between sisters, between children and parents, between lovers.My mother Emma, when she was a girl, dreamed of love, and she got it. She got the days and nights of bliss and the heady fragrance-filled summers, and two more daughters.Emma dreamed of love, and she got it. And, finally she got the moments of sick despair when she went out into the garden at night and rubbed leaves and dirt into her face and hair. She stood in the dark street and watched night after night the house where we stayed with Claudio and Stella while she was left alone.I was thirteen. My life, which I'd feared would be ordinary, had proved to be full of wonders, and I expected that more would come to me in the future.I'd witnessed a bat draw its last breath. I'd seen my sister, in the moonlight, lift up her voice in song. A red butterfly had blossomed...

Kate writes all her dreams and hidden thoughts in her secret scribbled notebooks as she helps to care for her sister's baby, makes friends with Alex, thinks about her lost parents, and yearns for the future. A beautifully written portait of a young girl in her last year of school.'My name is Kate O'Farrell and I am seventeen years old. I am in my last year of school, and when that is over I will be leaving this place for good - going to a real city, where I will begin my new life.'I have long red hair and pale skin. I like staying up very late at night. It is my ambition to see the sun rise, but sadly I am always asleep by then. I love eating and reading, preferably at the same time.'I am very tall, and too thin. I have never been in love.'Kate has three notebooks, the Red, Yellow and Blue Notebooks, in which she records her life. Through reading and writing, living and learning to love, she discovers things about herself that she never expected.