Holly Hopkinson

My dad just lost his job, which means me and the rest of my family have to leave London and move to the middle of nowhere, which is a TOTAL DISASTER! There's no Wi-Fi, the local kids are FERAL and there's animal poo EVERYWHERE. But then for my birthday, my eccentric aunt gave me a magic pocket watch, which I can use to hypnotise and CONTROL people. I actually wanted a new phone, but I won't complain because this new power is REALLY FUN and has led to the MOST unexpected things — including a visit to the QUEEN. Maybe the countryside isn't so bad after all...

A charming domestic comedy for readers of 8+, with a dash of magic, and the occasional moment of mayhem! These are the continued memoirs Holly Hopkinson, aged ten, except without any of the rubbish adults usually put in, thank you very much. Earlier this year, me and the rest of my family had to move to the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE after my dad lost his job. Now my mum has just lost HER job as well, and I must once again save my family from FINANCIAL RUIN and CATASTROPHE – while dealing with silent brother Harold’s girl drama, and sorting out my older sister Harmony, who has joined the protests about a new housing development in the village. Thank GOODNESS I am armed with my Magic Pocket Watch. At least the business empire of Holly Hopkinson is set to IMPLODE on to the world stage as I am about to do business with a WORLD-FAMOUS HOLLYWOOD director who needs a horse and a location... I tell you, I may be a world away from my old life, but the drama here never stops.

A charming family comedy for listeners eight+, with a dash of magic, and the occasional moment of mayhem! These are the third memoirs Holly Hopkinson, aged 10 - except without any of the rubbish adults usually put in, thank you very much. Welcome to volume III of my memoirs - with me, Holly Hopkinson, still in the middle of flipping nowhere, and still on the brink of MULTIPLE CATASTROPHES, like my parents announcing that we might be moving STATESIDE. Good thing my sister is still into organizing protests, thank you very much. PLUS, Mum is about to lose what little money we have left on a vegetable shop, there's been a biscuit-fight fiasco in the village, and a family secret I uncovered means my suitcase is packed, my goodbyes are prepared - life is cruel at 12. But fear not, because with the help of my magic pocket watch I might get an ACTUAL FACTUAL ROCKSTAR to play with my brother's band! Oh yes. The middle of nowhere, AKA Lower Goring, could be about to hit the news headlines again...