Books with author Josephine Cox

While in hospital, Inspector Grant’s professional curiosity is soon aroused. In a portrait of Richard III, the hunchbacked monster of nursery stories and history books, he finds a face that refuses to fit its reputation. But how, after four hundred years, can a bedridden policeman uncover the truth about the murder of the Princes in the Tower?From the Paperback edition.

Will Great Grandmother’s birthday wish be fulfilled?Amelia is a modern, nine-year-old Peranakan Chinese girl. She adores her Great Grandmother whom she nicknamed GGM. GGM has lots of exciting tales to tell her about old Singapore. She takes Amelia to see the site of her old kampung, an attap-thatched village along the Kallang River where she had met Amelia’s famous namesake and aviatrix, Amelia Earhart, the historical Queen of the Sky, in June 1937.GGM is very active and does not behave like a doddering Senior. She started skiing at sixty and wants to do something adventurous for her 90th birthday. But the entire family does not approve.

The story is about the Ashbys, an English country-squire family. Their centuries-old family estate is Latchetts, in the fictional village of Clare, near the south coast of England. It takes place in the late 1940s, after World War II.The Ashby family consists of Beatrice Ashby ("Aunt Bee"), a 50-ish spinster and the four children of her late brother Bill: Simon, 20; Eleanor, 18–19 and twins Jane and Ruth, 9. Bill and his wife Nora died eight years before. Since then, the Ashbys have been short of money. Bee has kept the estate going by turning the family stable into a profitable business, combining breeding, selling and training horses with riding lessons. When Simon turns twenty-one, he will inherit Latchetts and a large trust fund left by his mother. Simon had a twin brother, Patrick, older than he by a few minutes but soon after Bill and Nora died, Patrick disappeared, leaving what was taken as a suicide note.

A coming-of-age tale of sixteen-year-old Eric Teo, who has a fraught relationship with his parents, particularly his mother, Clara, a successful financial adviser who imposes her values on Eric. Through an inadvertent conversation, Eric learns that he has a paternal grandmother whom no one had mentioned before. The novel pivots on Eric’s search for his grandmother. Along the way, he befriends Rajah, who is blind and from a much less privileged family. The two boys become firm friends although they’re from different backgrounds and vastly different social standing. Rajah helps Eric discover his own strength and capabilities in Eric's search for his identity.

The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling - Training for the Big Fight in France by Josephine Chase“You, over there in the crowd, and you and you, why don’t you get busy and help Uncle Sam? What are you hanging back for? Now’s your chance to show that you’re a real American, and ready to fight for your country. What’s the use of waiting for the draft to get you? You’re just wasting time! The sooner you enlist, the sooner you’ll be ready to do your bit in France. It’s up to good old Uncle Sam to jump into the big war and win it. But he can’t do it alone. It needs a lot of brave, husky fellows to lick the Boches off the map. Are you going to be one of ’em? Every little bit helps, you know!“Now we’re going to sing you one more song. While we’re singing it, get on the job and think hard. We want to take a bunch of you back with[2] us to the recruiting station. All right, boys. Give ’em ‘The Glory Road to France!’”Standing in the middle of a big recruiting wagon, lavishly decorated in red, white and blue, the orator, a good-looking young soldier of perhaps twenty years, bawled out, “Let ’er go!”From one end of the wagon rose the strains of a lively air, enthusiastically hammered out on a small, portable piano by another khaki-clad youngster, seated on a stool before it. Gathered about him, half a dozen clean-cut soldier boys immediately took it up. The sheer catchiness of the melody, tunefully shouted out by the singers, had its effect on the crowd. The sturdy quality of the words, too, brought a flash of newly aroused patriotism to more than one pair of eyes belonging to the throng of persons closely packed about the big wagon. It appeared to deepen with the lustily given chorus: