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A wonderful novel from a major new voice in tween girl fiction, with a stunning new cover look.
Tiff's mum is a thief and she's about to get caught…
Twelve-year-old Tiff loves her mum, Carla, who is glitzy and fun and always coming home with shiny new amazing stuff. The trouble is, Tiff's mum doesn't buy things, she takes them. The fact is, Tiff's mum is a thief…
When Carla gets caught, Tiff’s shiny life is ruined. She's packed off to a remote island to live with Carla's family. A family her mum never even talks about and that Tiff has never even met! How can she survive in this dull, dull place?
But the island of Sark isn't as awful as Tiff imagined it would be. The islanders are kind and honest and she's happy spending time with them. So three months later, when it's finally time for her mum to join her, Tiff can't help feeling more than a little bit worried…
Under my name I write: 1) pencil case 2) new tops 3) a book and 4) a pet. “Don’t even go there, Tiff,” says Mum, “There’s just no way, not ever, that I could put up with a pooping, piddling pet scatting about the house.” “A pony?” I ask, hopefully. “A pony wouldn’t even come near the house.” Mum raises her eyebrows and slurps her glass of wine. I can see that something is on her mind. “My dad got me and Cass ponies when we moved to Sark…mine was called Mabel and…Oh, never mind, Tiff,” she
back to face the wall. Someone has also magically pieced together the tiny bits of letter confetti, stuck them together with tape and laid it on my bed. I don’t want to read it but my eyes are curious. Finally, I open the chocolate that’s been left on my pillow and settle down to read. I can always rip it up again afterwards. Hi, babe, So, at last you’ve landed on Sark and met some of your family! Do you think it’s the most boring place in the world? Cass and Dan are all right, but as for the
Isla if either of them know anything about what happened between my mum and Mandy years ago. The whole thing is bugging me and I just need to know the truth. I need to get to the bottom of it and try to sort it out. Otherwise I’ll be doing Holly’s homework for the rest of my life, and she might not stop there. But they just shrug their shoulders and shake their heads. Max says his mum isn’t into island gossip. “My mum’s not interested in anything,” he says, “unless it’s a horse. And that
wouldn’t believe her nails for one moment. On day one of being here, she got the clippers out and chop, chop, chopped them all right off. “It’s called ‘hygiene’, Tiff,” she said. “I can’t risk letting chips and flakes of old nail varnish fall into the soup, can I?” Auntie Cass looks like someone has stuck the sunshine inside her and left it permanently switched on. She can’t stop grinning from ear to ear, she’s so happy to have Mum back home. And they’re just like kids when they’re together,
and Mum.” Chapter 6 a whole lake of tears is welling… We drive to the police station. Benita shows me to the toilets and then sits me in a room with a brown plastic table and orange chairs. Chardonnay’s still wriggling but she hasn’t made a sound yet. She’s such a good dog. “Can I get you a cup of tea, or some water?” “No thanks,” I say. “When can I see my mum and go home?” “Tiffany,” she says, kneeling down beside me and taking my hand, “I’m really sorry, but we have to keep Mum here for a