Megan is a thirteen-year-old teenage girl, who realises that she has psychic powers that others do not have. At first, she tried to talk to her mother about them, but with disastrous consequences, so she learned to keep quiet about them.
However, some people do offer to help and an animal showed a special friendship, but they were not 'alive' in the normal sense of the word. They had passed on.
Megan has three such friends: Wacinhinsha, her Spirit Guide, who had been Sioux in his last life on Earth; her maternal grandfather, Gramps and a huge Siberian tiger called Grrr.
Wacinhinsha is extremely knowledgeable in all things spiritual, psychic and paranormal; her grandfather is a novice 'dead person' and Grrr can only speak Tiger, as one might imagine and most of that, of course is unintelligible to humans.
In this book Megan meets an old lady in a thunderstorm, who turns out to be a neighbour, a lonely person who lives on her own. They become friends and affect each other's lives for the better irrevocably.
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1 THE THUNDERSTORM
One morning during the summer holidays, with nothing better to do, Megan had her breakfast and walked down to the big park by the coast. She liked to walk in the Park and the woods in it, looking out for unusual plants and wildlife. Grrr walked alongside and she talked to her whenever she thought no-one was watching. However, the fact was that many people saw her from their homes or cars and just assumed that she was either singing or talking to herself, although the less generous of spirit thought that she was probably doolally tap. If they had all known that she was talking to her friendly ghost tiger, there would have undoubtedly been a lot more who thought that. However, Megan thought no more about walking in the park with her Siberian tiger than other people did about walking with their dog.
They ran down the slip road from the street into the Park singing loudly, or at least Megan was, then they turned right, into Mill Wood. She was half-hoping to catch a glimpse of the family of once-domestic cats that she had seen before by the Old Mill, but that had been months ago and she knew that the chances were that the family had split up or at least that the kittens had already left home to seek their own territories and their own lives. She had been back to visit them a few times, so she knew they weren’t frightened of her or Grrr, if they could see her, but they hadn’t been there for a while. She sat on a rock, stroked Grrr and waited for them to notice that she was there. If they were in the vicinity, she was certain that they would come to say hello.
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Author review: A perfect translation, perfectly formatted, as always |
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Author review: Sophie has done a great job of the translation of this book. |
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Author review: Stefano translated my novelette and formatted it perfectly. |
