I am delighted to be hosting a stop on the Dandelion Clocks blog tour. Rebecca Westcott is a very talented debut author who’s beautiful tale of loss was emotionally charged and surprisingly gentle. Diary entries play a big part in the storyline and I’m thrilled to be sharing a diary entry from an 11 year old Rebecca Westcott! Enjoy!
Dandelion Clocks by Rebecca Westcott Smith will be loved by fans of Jacqueline Wilson, Cathy Cassidy or Annabel Pitcher. Liv takes us on a journey through her life from “Thirteen Weeks Before” to “Six Months After”. We discover Liv’s passion for photography, her brother’s obsession with sticking to the rules, the stupidity of Moronic Louise at school, and how the family copes as Mum’s terminal illness takes hold…Guided by Mum’s own childhood diaries, Liv finds a new way to live. This book is real, funny, utterly touching and absolutely heartwarming. Despite the sadness at the heart of the story, every reader will laugh and keep on turning the pages, charmed by Liv and her mum. “A brilliantly told, ultra modern story about a significant six months in eleven year old Olivia’s life – it should be sold with a large box of tissues!” (Jacqueline Wilson).
Rebecca Westcott was born in Chester. She went to Exeter University to train as a teacher and has had a variety of teaching jobs that have taken her to some very interesting places, including a Category C male prison. She started writing a diary when she was eight years old, although she had no idea that one day her entries would be used to help her write a book. Rebecca currently teaches in a primary school and lives in Dorset with her husband and three children. Dandelion Clocks is her first book.
March 1986 (aged 11)
Today was a C+ day. That means that it wasn’t completely horrible but it could have been a bit better. I had an argument with Emma at school because I said that I was a faster runner then her. It’s true but she got really cross with me and I had to sit on my own at lunchtime. My flask leaked AGAIN and my cheese sandwich was soggy. I hate cheese sandwiches. If we weren’t vegetarian I could have spam like Emma does.
Then, on the way home I got chased by Joanne. She hates me because I wear my socks pulled up over my knees and she says I look like a wally. It’s a good job that I can run fast because if she catches me she hits really hard. Everybody pulled their socks over their knees last year but now they’re all rolling them down by their ankles, like a big donut. I’d do that too but I don’t want Joanne thinking that she’s got the better of me.
There were some good things today. At school, Mr H read some more of The Demon Headmaster to us and when I got home, Mum let me borrow her Adam and the Ants record. I like the song called ‘Jolly Roger” best – I played it loads of times. Sometimes I wonder if maybe, Adam Ant is my real Dad. I think about what it would be like if he just turned up on our estate one day. I think he’d be an excellent dad. I’m going to keep practicing my dance moves in case he’s ever back on Top of the Pops and decides to take me with him.