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rubbing her eyes. Windy's mum looks nothing like her - it's no secret that Windy's adopted. From the creators of SKIM, this is another of those heartfelt graphic novels perfect for Young Adults which will be relished and revered by those of us for whom family holidays are but a distant memory or seen from the other side of that vital generation gap. I'm reminded very much of LOST GIRL by Nabiel Kanan who illustrated our website, though this is much gentler for Rose is a little younger. It is not, however, without its tensions. Awago is a remote coastal village so tiny it has only one store. Its beach isn't what you'd call crowded. Rose's outgoing dad drives them to Awago every year, waving embarrassingly to its youth as they arrive, while Windy's stooped grandmother hires a similar cottage for the three of them just down the road. It's perfect to have a playmate for summer. The store is manned by a local lad around eighteenyears old. He's lanky, quite kindly (he called our Rose "blondie" and she liked it!) but distracted by his friends who have a tendency to hang out there too. Sarah's his girlfriend, it seems. One's a bit boisterous and crude. He called his girlfriend a slut as a joke.
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"Oh my god those girls are sooo loud. I bet you they were drunk. They're, like, drunks. They’re all like, WHOOAA!”
Bathed in bilberry blues so beautiful that you could swim in them all summer, this is exquisitely drawn!
… says Windy, acting out a big doolally wobble in front of Rose.
Rose is lithe and light, standing up straight, at the crossroads between girl and young adult. Her friendsince-five Windy is still enjoying a little puppy fat but has even more energy, dancing out beats across her living room floor - you could say she likes to parade. Windy subconsciously makes as much body contact as possible, although she is never clingy. Rose's mum shares her shape but you can tell that she's a little worn down: she's wan, removing her glasses and
“And like, EEEEEEE! Noo!” “They love screaming.” “They’re sluts!” “ROSE!” It’s at this point that their mums arrive back at the cottage and Rose is instantly mortified and ashamed to have been overheard regurgitating that word. But that’s what you do when you’re young and