The Letters

By Erin Bibby

Nancy and Noah have been pen-pals for a long time. They talk about all sorts of things in their letters. In 1939 when World War II starts, the two children experience the outbreak in different ways. Nancy is evacuated to Betws-y-Coed, North Wales, and as she adjusts to country life and living with strangers, she experiences some devastating news. Her letters to Noah continue but will she find the comfort and friendship much closer than the ink and paper?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jul 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781398411838

Erin Bibby

Erin lives in a small town in North Wales with her parents, two older sisters and her cockapoo, Maggie. Erin has always had a love for reading and as she reached the latter years of Primary School, she started writing stories. Now in High School, Erin’s love for writing has focused on people, their experiences and relationships during real life events. Erin plays the flute in the county band for young musicians and plays the piano as well. She also loves animals and photography and when walking her dog, takes photographs of everything!

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About the Author

Erin lives in a small town in North Wales with her parents, two older sisters and her cockapoo, Maggie. Erin has always had a love for reading and as she reached the latter years of Primary School, she started writing stories. Now in High School, Erin’s love for writing has focused on people, their experiences and relationships during real life events. Erin plays the flute in the county band for young musicians and plays the piano as well. She also loves animals and photography and when walking her dog, takes photographs of everything!

Dedication

To my family for the encouragement and belief in my first book.

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Erin Bibby (2021)

The right of Erin Bibby to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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ISBN 9781398411821 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781398411838 (ePub e-book)

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First Published (2021)

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Chapter 1 – Nancy

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Tuesday, 23rd August 1939

Dear N,

How are you in Wales? The war is creeping up faster and faster here in London. There is talk of it wherever I go. The shops, the market, even the library!

There’s also talk of evacuation. Well, evacuating the children. We’ll be going to the countryside where we’ll be safe from bombing. I don’t know who it’s up to, to decide whether we do or not, but I never want to leave, it’s where I’ve grown up for my whole life. My parents are here, my grandparents, my friends, my school, my quiet space.

Is there talk of war in Wales? Will you have to be evacuated to somewhere safer?

Stay safe

love

Nancy xxx

I rushed home as fast as I could. I grabbed the letter from my secret hiding place and dashed out of the house.

I wish I could tell someone about my secret friend in Wales.

I ran past the grocery shop, past the bakery, the smell of freshly baked bread warming my insides. Then the school and finally got to the post office. I leaned against the glass window to catch my breath, before stepping inside.

I absolutely hated coming into the post office. But there was no other way to get the letters to and from N. Mr Miller was the strictest man I have ever known, yet Mrs Miller, his wife, was the sweetest lady! I don’t understand how they could be compatible. I went