Extract - The Travelling Bookshop by Katrina Nannestad illustrated by Cheryl Orsini

‘But we went boating in our imaginations,’ says Dad. ‘Yes, but it’s not the same thing,’ I point out. ‘Isn’t it?’ Dad stares at me. ‘Are you sure about that, Mim?’ I think about it. I’m not sure. The line between books and real life is not as clear as most people suppose. At that moment, the road curves and I spot a happy huddle of red roofs. A village! Flossy sees it too. She blows air through her velvety lips and breaks into a trot. The caravan sways from side to side, and our rooftop picnic begins to jiggle and bounce. Cups rattle in their saucers. Tea sloshes from the teapot. A cupcake tumbles across the blanket and falls to the road below. Coco digs in her claws. ‘Awk!’

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