Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Edinburgh International Book Festival - I'm coming home!



I am so excited to be part of today’s announcement of the Edinburgh International Book Festival’s programme for August 2017. I’ll be appearing alongside the amazing and prolific Scottish children’s author and Carnegie Medal-winnner, Theresa Breslin, on Sunday August 13th, at 4pm in theBosco Theatre tent on George Street. Theresa’s latest YA novel THE RASPUTIN DAGGER is set in the Russian Revolution, and will be published in August, so we’ll be talking about creating fictional stories around historical events.

I'm also proud be taking part in the free reading on Monday August 14th, to support the important work of Amnesty International. Each day, festival authors will be reading works by authors who have been imprisoned by oppressive regimes around the world.




To see details of my events, and also access the full festival programme, click on the link blue links above. Tickets will go on sale on Tuesday June 20th at 8.30am BST. 

Please come if you can, I’d love to see you in the tent on August 13!

Saturday, March 4, 2017

My Book Launch - see the pics & watch the video!

Tuesday, February 7th 2017 - Brazos Bookstore, Houston, TX


Thank you to everyone involved in my fantastic 
WAIT FOR ME launch last month, 
especially Joy Preble and all the staff at Brazos Bookstore
and everyone who came along to listen.

If you missed it, and would like to see a little of what went on, 
watch this amazing little video made by a very talented student at 
Houston's High School for the Visual & Performing Arts, 

























Photo: thanks to Taryn Feheley

Photo: thanks to Jennifer Yen


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Radio interview with NPR's Houston Matters

With Houston Matters' Michael Hagerty

I was delighted to have had the chance recently to chat with the delightful Michael Hagerty, senior producer of NPR's Houston Matters program on Houston Public Media.  Below is the interview which aired yesterday, in which I discuss WAIT FOR ME and its historical background, and also about my thoughts on the importance of historical fiction for young adult readers.


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Guest post - my mother tells her own story


Caroline: To mark this week’s publication of the British edition of WAIT FOR ME, I thought it would be interesting to feature two people who were very important to the book – my parents! 

As you will see, I dedicated the story to them and told a little of their wartime stories in my Acknowledgments at the end of the book, but I asked my mother, Shirley, if she would write in more detail about her own experiences as a child evacuated from London, and tell us more about my father’s time as a young British soldier. 



Shirley: Caroline very kindly dedicated her YA debut novel, Wait for Me, to us, her mum and dad. In her Acknowledgments at the end, she thanks us for talking to her throughout her life about our own experiences. It amuses me that the book is regarded as historical fiction when it is in fact set in a period of our lives, but I wanted to put her book into perspective by recording some of what happened to real people during a devastating time in the world. There are many such stories, but here are ours. 

I was eight years old when war was declared on September 3rd, 1939. On the Friday before that, however, my distraught mother took us to the end of the street to await my father’s return home from work, and the very next day my six year old sister, Sylvia, and I were driven from Surrey to a village called Churchill in Oxfordshire to live with a grandmother we barely knew, along with one of our cousins, Gwen, who arrived from Birmingham. My grandmother gardened, kept a pig and hens, and ran the village newspaper delivery service, so although her quiet cottage life was suddenly disrupted, she did gain some delivery girls!


Sylvia, Gwen and I attended the village school run by a headmaster who had just arrived from East London with his evacuated pupils, as much in a state of shock as we were. We settled into village life and enjoyed our freedom to roam the countryside but we missed our parents and our baby sister, Freda, who had remained in London. 



1940: Shirley (center) with younger sister Sylvia and their uncles, 
Harry and Arthur, who worked in reserved occupations during the war 

My father was a builder, which was a reserved occupation, meaning he was not called up to the army because he was needed to stay back to rebuild after any bomb damage. Of course, this meant that Mum, Dad and the baby were in London throughout the severe bombing of the London Blitz. However, my mother’s five brothers were all called up to serve in the Army and Royal Air Force. Thankfully, they all survived the war. 

My sister and I were eventually taken back to London in 1942 and so were there during the period where the Germans were bombing the city with the doodle bugs (V1’s) and the rockets (V2’s), and much of our time at school was spent in concrete shelters. At home, we slept in a Morrison shelter which served as our dining table during the day and bed at night for the children. We also had an Anderson shelter in the garden but that was always a bit damp and dank most of the year, though it made a great place to play during the hot summer months. 













Anderson shelters (left) and Morrison bomb shelters (right) were named 
after the government ministers who introduced them. 

Victory in Europe came on 8th May 1945 but the war in the Far East lasted until August of that year. After that, our education got back on track, my uncles came back from war, and my aunts were able to give up their arduous work making uniforms for soldiers. The effect of the war lasted much longer, however, with my dad working on the rebuilding of London for several years, and of course, food rationing continued until 1952. 
Sugar rationing was particularly hard for us children. During the war, we were allowed only about 2-4 ounces per week. We used to suck on Horlick’s tablets instead of sweets (Horlicks was a night time drink to help you sleep), and my dad would bring us beetroot from his allotment as another sweet treat, which we ate with Salad Cream. 
I married Jimmie in 1961 and came to live in Edinburgh where I became part of the collective story of his family, the Sibbalds. Jimmie was thirteen when war was declared, and the youngest of five brothers, with two sisters, the eldest and youngest siblings in the family. By that time, his two oldest brothers, Frank and Archie, had already enrolled in the Auxiliary Territorial Army and were immediately called into military service with the Royal Artillery, defending the shores of Britain before going to fight with the Eighth Army in North Africa. They served together in the same unit until Christmas Day, 1941, when Frank was out on patrol their temporary camp was strafed by a passing enemy aircraft and Archie was killed. Frank continued in the North African campaign, and thereafter took part in the landings in Italy and fought his way with a mounted gun battery up the length of the Apennine mountain range. 


Frank and Archie
Billy and Eric

Meanwhile, the next two brothers. Billy and Eric, joined up and were trained to take part in the D-day landings on 6th June 1944. Billy crossed over on D-day itself, though Eric got left behind with his tank crew until the following morning. On the other side of the Channel, in attempting to find his own unit, Eric found Billy’s unit instead, and stayed until daylight before continuing on to join his own men. 


Jimmie, 1944
As the youngest, Jimmie had been evacuated from Edinburgh to St Andrew’s early in the war, but when he turned 18 in 1944, he enlisted in the army. After his initial training, he was sent to India to the Indian Military Academy where he was commissioned as an officer. He served with the Rajputana Rifles and was trained for jungle warfare. If the atom bomb had not been dropped on Japan in 1945, Jimmie would have been in the next wave of attack on Japanese forces. He went on to serve in Java and then in Palestine. On his return home in 1947, his transport ship was routed via Egypt and Libya, so he was able to visit the war grave of his brother Archie in Benghazi. 


Archie’s grave is in the military cemetery in Benghazi, Libya,
and is looked after by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission 

Jimmie’s mother, Isabella, wrote weekly to all her sons and they all wrote regularly home, and we still have a good number of those letters. She had four of her five sons home again by 1949. Archie had been married for just three months before he was sent overseas and his young widow, Ellen, remained a much-loved member of the Sibbald family until she died in 1993 in her eighties. Ellen had been so devoted to Archie and to his memory, she had never remarried. 


So, although I was a child, I was not entirely protected from the worries and anxieties as the war progressed, and of course, Jimmie was old enough to see service. Looking back now, and remembering the death and destruction which happened to military servicemen and servicewomen, and to civilians, across all the theatres of the war, I know that it is important that the stories of all those lived through World War Two, and especially the stories of those who died, must never be forgotten. 


In Wait For Me, Lorna’s story is a poignant reminder of the war, much as I experienced it. Slightly older than me, she was strong enough to take on some of the farm duties, along with the lovely Land Girl, Nellie, whose roots and home were in London, hundreds of miles to south. Lorna’s brothers were both serving their country and this was a source of worry for Lorna and her overworked farmer father. Paul, the German POW brought to work on the farm, so far from home, having been conscripted at a young age and having suffered terrible injuries.


These two young people, brought together in such difficult circumstances but learning that they were both part of the same human race, had to fight their own prejudices and feelings, as well as those of the community in which they lived. For me, Caroline’s story captures the essence of East Lothian, and of an ordinary family battling on to help keep the nation fed and, to use a cliché, to keep the home fires burning until sons and brothers, and land girls, were able to return home. 


In this past year, we have been remembering and mourning again the battles of the First World War, in particular the Battle of the Somme in 1916 where 16,000 soldiers were killed on one day. In just a couple of years, we will mark the 80th anniversary of the start of World War Two. War is a ghastly and terrifying experience, and I hope and pray that one day the world’s citizens will learn to live peacefully with each other. 



Lest we forget

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Look what has just arrived! BOOKS!


LOOK! Real copies of a real book! 

It's only one week to go until its US publication - and just over two weeks until the UK publication - and all I can smell right now is delicious new books! Best smell ever!

To pre-order your copy, visit one of these lovely booksellers: 

USA - January 31st:  

UK - February 9th: