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SHRUNK!

Fleur Hitchcock
"A squirrel, a hot dog stand, the planet Jupiter...what will get shrunk next?"
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A squirrel, a hot dog stand, the planet Jupiter…what will get shrunk next?

After Tom moves in with his grandmother next to the Bywater-by-Sea Model Village, he makes a wish on a shooting star and gets the curious ability to shrink things. The first thing he shrinks is Jupiter, then some sheep and a boat.

But without Jupiter in place, the Earth is slowly being drawn towards the Sun. With the angry (and miniaturised) school bully yelling from his pocket, Tom has to return Jupiter and save Earth — all while trying to make friends in his new home.

Debut author Fleur Hitchcock has written a hugely imaginative and quirky story that is good, clean fun.

Publication Date: Thu 6 Sep 2012
ISBN Paperback: 9781471400070
ISBN Ebook: 9781471400087

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Fleur Hitchcock

Born in Chobham, by an airfield, and raised in Winchester on the banks of the river Itchen, Fleur Hitchcock grew up as the youngest child of three. When she was eight, she wrote a story about an alien and a jelly. It was called THE ALIEN AND THE JELLY and filled four exercise books. She grew up a little, went away to school near Farnham, studied English in Wales, and, for the next twenty years, sold Applied Art in the city of Bath. When her younger child was seven, she embarked on the Writing for Young People MA at Bath Spa and graduated with a distinction. Now living outside Bath, between parenting and writing, Fleur Hitchcock works with her husband, a toy-maker, looks after other people's gardens and grows vegetables.

Fleur's debut novel SHRUNK! was THE SUNDAY TIMES 'Book of the Week', and you can follow her at: fleurhitchcock.wordpress.com or on Twitter: @fleurhitchcock

Extract

I stop, just behind the gnome-covered wall that separates the crazy golf from the seafront, and study the promenade. Right, left. All clear. I lift my leg to slip over the wall. I stop. Someone's rustling in the lavender bushes behind me. Grandma - it must be her. She's about as subtle as a hippo. I'd swear she's following me. For a second I think I'll give up and go back, but I slide over the wall and run as fast as I can down the harbour steps. Right. No one here, no one much. There are some tourĀ­ists having a snooze on deckchairs by the stinky crab pots. They're not looking at me. There's the woman who always wears gloves holding hands with her husband and being soppy. The tide's out so I crunch over the pebbles and yuk and sit on an old concrete post. I check over my shoulder. No sign of Grandma. I take the capsule out of my pocket and have a really good look at Jupiter. Wow. Amazing. A planet - and it's whizzing around like a silver demon, just for me. Yeah!