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Paper Aeroplanes

Dawn O'Porter
"I just can't imagine me without you..."
Paper Aeroplanes – picture

I just can’t imagine me without you…

It’s the mid-1990s, and fifteen year-old Guernsey schoolgirls, Renée and Flo, are not really meant to be friends. Thoughtful, introspective and studious Flo couldn’t be more different to ambitious, extroverted and sexually curious Renée. But Renée and Flo are united by loneliness and their dysfunctional families, and an intense bond is formed. Although there are obstacles to their friendship (namely Flo’s jealous ex-best friend and Renée’s growing infatuation with Flo’s brother), fifteen is an age where anything can happen, where life stretches out before you, and when every betrayal feels like the end of the world. For Renée and Flo it is the time of their lives.

With graphic content and some scenes of a sexual nature, PAPER AEROPLANES is a gritty, poignant, often laugh-out-loud funny and powerful novel. It is an unforgettable snapshot of small-town adolescence and the heart-stopping power of female friendship.

Publication Date: Thu 2 May 2013
ISBN Paperback: 9781471400360
ISBN Ebook: 9781471400377

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Dawn O'Porter

Dawn O'Porter is a broadcaster, novelist and print journalist who lives in Los Angeles with her husband Chris, cat Lilu and dog Potato. She has made numerous documentaries about all sorts of things: polygamy, childbirth, Geisha, body image, breast cancer and even the movie DIRTY DANCING. Dawn is currently a columnist for Glamour Magazine in the UK, and writes regularly for many other publications. Her first novel, PAPER AEROPLANES, was published by Hot Key Books in 2013, to critical acclaim. GOOSE is the sequel, and two more novels in the series are planned.

She is also a highly prolific Tweeter @hotpatooties) and manages her own website www.dawnoporter.co.uk. Dawn is obsessed with vintage clothing and can be seen in This Old Thing on C4, trying to convert high-streetaholics to the way of old threads. Dawn is also in the process of setting up her own clothing label, BOB (she also has a bob...)

Extract

I take my place on the front bench of the science lab. A few weeks ago we had been dissecting pigs' trotters and all the vegetarians were huddled in a corner trying not to look. I thought it would be funny to flick a bit of trotter at them from the end of my ruler. As it turned out, it wasn't very funny. I only meant it as a joke but it landed inside Kerry Bowden's pencil case and she screamed like someone had run over her foot. Vegetarians are so dramatic. What's it all about anyway? I mean, I respect animals, but I also respect the food chain, and one of the few pleasures I have living with Nana and Pop is that once a week I'm allowed to have a tin of Chicken in White Wine Sauce with a pouch of Uncle Ben's rice. I have the whole tin, in a bowl, poured on top of the rice and I sprinkle so much salt on it that not all of it dissolves. The reason I love the Chicken in White Wine Sauce so much is because Nana gives it to me while Pop is at the snooker hall on Thursdays, and she lets me eat it with a spoon sitting on the floor next to the heating vent, because that is my favourite place. That fifteen minutes once a week is my idea of heaven. Not only does tinned Chicken in White Wine Sauce taste like the most delicious thing ever - with the possible exception of Wotsits - but Nana only has to heat it up, so even she can't ruin it.