The Hunger

by Carol Drinkwater

Published 20 April 2001
THE HUNGER is the exciting tale of a girl swept up in the fight for
a free and fair Ireland, set at the time of the Potato Famine.
It's 1845, and blight has destroyed the precious potato crop leaving
Ireland starving. Phyllis works hard to support her struggling
family, but when her mother's health deteriorates she sets off
in search of her rebel brother and is soon swept up in Ireland's
fight for freedom...

18th June, 1910

We marched from the Embankment to the Albert Hall. It was a glorious
day. The sun shone warmly. Everyone was in good spirits. There
were aristocrats, artists, even my mother looked happy. She who
has been so opposed to my work with the WSPU. More than 10,000 people
had rallied and there were dozens of bands playing. It was
quite incredible. We waved banners, carried flowers, sang along with
the tunes. Hundreds who have been imprisoned for our Cause marched
together in a powerful band. It was all very rousing of spirit.
I felt proud to be a woman, proud to be alive, proud to be a
part of a movement that is fighting to make a difference.

Suffragette

by Carol Drinkwater

Published 23 May 2003
18th June, 1910

We marched from the Embankment to the Albert Hall. It was a glorious
day. The sun shone warmly. Everyone was in good spirits. There
were aristocrats, artists, even my mother looked happy. She who
has been so opposed to my work with the WSPU. More than 10,000 people
had rallied and there were dozens of bands playing. It was
quite incredible. We waved banners, carried flowers, sang along with
the tunes. Hundreds who have been imprisoned for our Cause marched
together in a powerful band. It was all very rousing of spirit.
I felt proud to be a woman, proud to be alive, proud to be a
part of a movement that is fighting to make a difference.

Nowhere to Run

by Carol Drinkwater

Published 2 August 2012
Set in the south of France during WWII. A young girl gets involved
in helping Jewish children escape to safety abroad.

Twentieth Century Girl

by Carol Drinkwater

Published 20 July 2001
22 December 1899 Time is marching forward, carrying us over the threshold and pitching us willy nilly, into a new century. The prospect of growing up in that unexplored territory is so thrilling that I fancy, if I close my eyes tight, I can almost see the process taking place! A day slips away like sand in a sand glass and then another day dawns and so we are caught up in this inevitable passage towards 1900. I bought a journal and have begun to transfer all my scribblings of the last few days into it. I shall call it 'Twentieth Century Girl', for that is what I intend to be!