the love between a ten - year - old and her book.

the love betwwen a ten - year - old and her book.

 

Yeah sorry about that, it’s just that I’ve always wanted to use wingdings, the actual title is:

 

The love between a ten – year - old and her book.

 

I love my book, it is amazing, it’s called:

‘The name of this book is secret’,

by Pseudonymous Bosch.(I love that name, it’s loads better than grotbag, but I do love grotbag all the same)

It is about an eleven – year – old girl called Cass, but I can’t tell you anything else, it’s a secret. Naughty me, I read the blurb, I know I shouldn’t have read it, let alone publicise it but I couldn’t resist (in case you want to read this book and you are not naughty, like me, do not read these next few sentences). The blurb is:

 

...For amongst its strange and alarming contents you will find:

two extraordinary adventurers...

a missing magicians diary...

a symphony of smells...

and a deadly secret

But wait, you already know too much! It is too late. I’m afraid nothing can stop you now. Open the book if you must.

But please tell no one.  

 

Whoops I kind of told someone soz.

 

 

All is well.