My name is Sara Gittler and I am thirteen and a half years old. I have lived here behind barbed wire and high walls for more than a year. I dream of walking down a busy street and stopping in a cafe for ice-cream and cake. I dream of buying a new dress, or maybe ten of them. Most of all, I dream of being a famous writer and having everyone read my stories and remember my name. My stories speak for my life; they speak for me. Please, remember me.
Three weeks before her Bat Mitzvah, Laura is given a mysterious diary, written more than sixty years ago in the Warsaw Ghetto during World War II. Soon she is swept up in Sara's story - the story of a girl just like herself, whose experience and courage can now help
Three weeks before her Bat Mitzvah, Laura is given a mysterious diary, written more than sixty years ago in the Warsaw Ghetto during World War II. Soon she is swept up in Sara's story - the story of a girl just like herself, whose experience and courage can now help
Laura to confront prejudice in her own time.
'If I had the choice - know, or not know - I'd have to choose knowing. It must always be better to know, mustn't it?'
When Heidigran comes to live with the Craig family, her granddaughter Hilly finds that everts buried in the past can deeply affect the present. As Heidigran becomes increasingly ill and confused, secrets are unveiled which threaten to rock the stability of the whole family. What impact will revelations of her wartime experiences have on Hilly's sense of identity?
