The Guests of War Trilogy: The Sky is Falling / Looking at the Moon / The Lights Go On Again
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Based on historical events, this moving fictional account of the adventures of two English children in a foreign land has become a favorite among Canadian children-this award-winning trilogy is now available in this omnibus edition.
This unforgettable trio of novels by award-winning author Kit Pearson is composed of The Sky is Falling, Looking at the Moon and The Lights Go On Again. The character at the heart of these stories is Norah Stoakes, a young English girl who is sent by her parents to Canada, along with her younger brother, during the Second World War. After five years pass, Norah is comfortable with her new life and country, but when the war ends her brother, Gavin, is reluctant to return to England and to parents he can barely remember.
When they had a large pile of fuel she struck a match on a rock and held it to the smallest twigs. The flame flickered and went out. Norah breathed easily again, but Paige looked around impatiently. “Paper … that’s what we need. Can we use some old comics? We’ve read them all. ” Before they could answer she had grabbed an armful of comics from the fort. She tore out the pages, wadded them up, fit them under the kindling and tried again. The wind rose and the paper caught at once and whooshed into a blaze.
Aunt Dorothy was asking. “Wasn’t she a Ferguson? The Manitoba Fergusons, not the Ontario ones. Her mother would have been a Baxter,” pronounced Aunt Florence. The aunts seemed to know the last names of everyone in all of Canada. The strains of one of Uncle Reg’s Gilbert and Sullivan records floated from around the other corner: “… and his sisters and his cousins and his sisters and his cousins and his aunts! ” Uncle Reg would be stretched out as usual on a chaise longue, close enough to his phonograph to reach over and wind it up.
Norah breathed in the fresh-smelling air as a man came out of the store and led them to a moored motor launch. “It’s the only way to get there,” explained Aunt Mary. “Mr. McGuigan always takes us over in his boat. Sometimes we have to make several trips with the food, but it’s worth it to be on the island. ” Norah whirled around to face her. “Are we going to an island? ” “Why yes, Norah, didn’t I tell you? It’s not a very large one, but it’s all ours. ” Her expression was as excited as Norah’s. An island!
The graceful Spits had tilted and twisted, machine-gun fire had sounded faintly and the children had cheered so wildly they’d almost pushed each other off the platform. That was when one of the German planes had dropped through the blueness. The Skywatchers had scrambled to their bicycles, but it had taken hours to find it. While they’d paused to eat their sandwiches, a passing boy had told them the plane was in a field at Mr. Coomber’s farm. There was no more activity now. The only sound was the purr of threshing machines and the raspy quarrelling of rooks.
I wish so much you didn’t have to. But don’t you see how going would be helping the war? You’d free Dad and me from worrying about you. And …” She paused, as if she weren’t sure she should go on, “and if worse comes to worse, at least two members of the family will be safe and … free. ” “And you’ll be like ambassadors! ” broke in Dad. “You’ll meet children from another country and promote international understanding. That’s the best way I can think of to end war …” “Have you told her? ” Grandad stood in the doorway, wiping his shining forehead with his handkerchief.