REMEMBER MEIn 1786 a fishermans daughter fromCornwall called Mary Broad wassentenced to be hung for theft. Buther sentence was commuted, and shewas transported to Australia, one ofthe first convicts to arrive there.How Mary escaped the harsh existenceof the colony and found true love, andhow she was captured and taken back toLondon in chains, only to be releasedafter a trial where she was defended byno less than James Boswell, is one ofthe most gripping and moving storiesof human endeavour (based on anamazing true story) you will ever read.
GYPSYLiverpool, 1893, and tragedy sends BethBolton on a journey far from home . . .Fifteen-year-old Beths dreams are shatteredwhen she, her brother Sam and baby sister Mollyare orphaned. Sam believes that only in Americacan they make their fortunes so, reluctantlyleaving Molly with adoptive parents, brother andsister embark on the greatest adventure of theirlives.Onboard the steamer to New York there arerogues aplenty. But Beths talent with the fiddleearns her the nickname Gypsy – and thefriendship of charismatic gambler Theo andsharp-witted Londoner Jack. And after dodgingtrouble across America, finally the foursome headfor the dangerous mountains of Canada and theKlondike river in search of gold.How far must Beth go to find happiness? Andwill her travels lead this gypsy to a place she cancall home?
FATHER UNKNOWNOne young woman in search of a past - and afuture...Sweet-natured but dappy Daisy Buchan driftsfrom job to job and takes her policemanboyfriend Joel for granted. Shes happy, but shedoesnt know what she wants from life.But when her adoptive mother dies and leaves hertwenty-five-year-old daughter a scrapbook ofmemories, Daisy finally discovers who she is andwhere she came from. Her real mother was ateenage farmers daughter from Cornwall - andDaisy drops everything to go and find her. But ingoing in search of her past, is Daisy risking thefuture of her relationship not only with heradored dad but also with Joel? And will she beable to deal with the truth about her real parentsand the real Daisy?
NEVER LOOK BACKMatilda Jennings was a poor flower girl inCovent Garden until the day she saved thelife of a ministers daughter called Tabitha.Drawn into the bosom of little Tabithasfamily, she little realises it will soon meanuprooting her own life.For Matilda leaves Victorian Londons slums andheads first for the darkest corners of New York,then beyond into the plains of the Wild Westand San Franciscos gold rush. With only herbeauty, intelligence and the strong will sheforged on Londons streets to guide her, Matildamust create a new life for herself and Tabitha.Between the sweat and tears, heartbreak andpassion, she encounters Captain James Russell, aman in whom she might find true love. A lovethat must withstand separation, war and the birthpangs of a new nation. But through it all,Matilda knows she must never look back ...
“In her time Central Park had been swampywaste ground, and the most desperate of theIrish labourers who built the Croton Aqueduct,that miracle which brought piped clean water tothe city, squatted there in squalid shanties withtheir pigs and goats. The park was wonderful,and she was so glad that the people of the cityhad somewhere serenely beautiful to escape to,but to her mind the new Brooklyn Bridge wasmore splendid. While nature had created thetrue magic of the park, the bridge was anentirely man-made miracle, engineering andartistry working hand in hand to makesomething which looked fragile and beautiful, yetwas strong enough to withstand the elements andthe heaviest of traffic.”
“Finders Court was ten two- and three-storey ramshackle houses leaning drunkenly on eachother around a tiny squalid yard. The upper windows, many of them boarded up with bitsof wood and rags, almost touched the ones opposite. Each house had some ten or twelvesmall rooms, and most of these were occupied by more than one family. It was just offRosemary Lane, London’s largest second-hand clothes market, and just a few minutes’ walkfrom the Tower of London and the river Thames.At dusk on a chilly March evening, as always the court was teeming with noisy activity,costermongers trying to entice the frowzy women in grubby caps leaning out from upperwindows to come down and buy the remaining goods on their handcarts, groups of dirt-smeared dock workers discussing the day’s work, or the lack of it. Old men and women wereflopped down on doorsteps, taking a rest before staggering up the stairs with their sacksladen with the proceeds of a day’s scavenging work. Ragged children manned the waterpump, filling their buckets and jugs, while younger siblings fought and played around them.”
“She knew of courts where there were as many as thirty people huddled in one filthy room, without even ablanket to cover themselves. In those, runaway children and orphans as young as five or six slept alongsidecriminals, prostitutes, beggars and the feeble-minded, and their corruption began from their first night in suchplaces.”
“She found this part of London curious as it changedso much during the course of the day. Now in earlymorning it was busy with shop girls and businessmenrushing to work, side-stepping the many street sweepersand scavengers. Occasionally she was lucky enough tosell a couple of posies to men at this time of day, butmostly people were in too much of a hurry to stop. Bynoon a different class of people emerged, ladies andgentlemen arriving in carriages and cabs for luncheonand shopping. There would be throngs of young, prettygirls too, hoping to catch the eye of a gentleman.”