The War That Saved My Life
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*2016 Newbery Honor book
*Winner of the 2016 Schneider Family Book Award
This New York Times bestseller is an exceptionally moving story of triumph against all odds set during World War 2. For fans of Counting by 7s.
Nine-year-old Ada has never left her one-room apartment. Her mother is too humiliated by Ada’s twisted foot to let her outside. So when her little brother Jamie is shipped out of London to escape the war, Ada doesn’t waste a minute—she sneaks out to join him.
So begins a new adventure of Ada, and for Susan Smith, the woman who is forced to take the two kids in. As Ada teaches herself to ride a pony, learns to read, and watches for German spies, she begins to trust Susan—and Susan begins to love Ada and Jamie. But in the end, will their bond be enough to hold them together through wartime? Or will Ada and her brother fall back into the cruel hands of their mother?
be okay. I’m going to fix things so I’ll be okay.” I coaxed him into going out to play, and I waved to him from the window. Then I did what I should have done to start with. I taught myself to walk. If I could walk, maybe Mam wouldn’t be so ashamed of me. Maybe we could disguise my crippled foot. Maybe I could leave the room, and stay with Jamie, or at least go to him if he needed me. That’s what happened, though not the way I thought it would. In the end it was the combination of the two, the
stay. The good things here—not being shut up in the one room, for starters, and then Butter, and my crutches, and being warm even when it was cold outside. Clean clothes. Nightly baths. Three meals a day. That cup of Bovril before bedtime. The ocean seen from the top of the hill—all of these things, they were just temporary. Just until Mam came for us. I didn’t dare get too used to them. I tried to think of good things about home. I remembered Mam bringing home fish-’n’-chips on Friday nights,
and Butter’s field. “Pretty nice place here.” “Yes.” “Your mam ain’t come for you?” “No. She doesn’t want us.” He nodded. “Just as well. She shouldn’t’ve shut you up like she did.” I shivered as the wind whipped higher. “It was because of my foot.” Stephen shook his head. “Foot’s the same, isn’t it?” he said. “And you’re not shut up now. Come to tea sometime. The colonel likes having visitors.” When everyone had gone I stood just outside the door of the shelter. I didn’t like it. It was
eleven already,” she said. “You seem older than ten, even though you’re small.” This pleased me. “Really? Maybe you should tell Susan. Maybe we should pretend I’m twelve.” Maggie ignored this. “I’ll be glad to come to the party. Home’s dreadful, you can’t imagine. I’ve never liked school, but now home’s worse. Mum’s in a funk all the time.” Every time I saw Lady Thorton she seemed in constant motion, making lists, chivvying volunteers, commanding the WVS. When I said so, Maggie grimaced.
full-time job taking care of him. Who does he think would queue for the groceries if I had to go off and drill?” The Local Defence drilled with broomsticks because they didn’t have rifles. Stephen said the colonel had donated his guns from when he fought the Boer War. They were fifty years old and full of rust. “Useless,” Stephen said. “But it made him feel better.” We had to queue for groceries every day now. Meat was on ration and a lot of other things were hard to find. Onions were so scarce