Books with author Roger Day

I don't know what's happening, really . . . but everything in my life seems to be changing.My body's growing fast and I can't seem to control my emotions anymore.Recently, it's seemed horrible if I'm the odd one out. Being black isn't the problem; it's being different in any way that's my worry.Brady O'Connell, along with his partner-in-crime, Craig McGee, are always insulting me because my dad's dead or boasting about how much better equipped they are than me - if you know what I mean.It makes me feel somehow inadequate. You should see some of the kids at school. Talk about growing up!It's all right for them, but will it ever happen to me, too?

It was on my birthday . . . when my uncle first touched me.A few weeks later he came into the unlocked bathroom and did his worst with me.When I heard he'd gone to prison for doing similar things to others, I blamed myself. At the same time I wanted to see him murdered for what he'd done to me.It seemed like I was a prisoner myself, trapped by my own guilt and hate . . .

Damien writes: It was on my birthday . . . when my uncle first touched me. A few weeks later he came into the unlocked bathroom and did his worst with me. When I heard he’d gone to prison for doing similar things to others, I blamed myself. At the same time I wanted to see him murdered for what he’d done to me. It seemed like I was a prisoner myself, trapped by my own guilt and hate.

I was 12 years old when father gave me the picture frame that had turned up in his fishing net. As a seagull squawked and changed direction, little did I know the effect that picture frame would have on the direction of my life too.That night I left my home in the Bay of Bengal on an adventure which would take me to mountain ranges in Kashmir, Oman, Italy and America. Along the way I would learn about the strangest things. Like the history of postage stamps, India’s ancient coins, and how life on Earth is so influenced by the Moon. I stowed away on a ship, was thrown in prison, and felt broken-hearted. Finally, I witnessed my own destiny.And all because a wizened old treasure hunter asked me to help find the three paintings which were once displayed in the frame that father had found. His client was the Maharini of the Ghandharavas, which for Western readers translates as something like ‘the queen of the faeries’.Faeries? Well, I admit it’s hard to believe in them … at least until you’ve touched one. And have seen what happens when they die.

Winston writes: I don't know what's happening, really . . . but everything in my life seems to be changing. My body's growing fast and I can't seem to control my emotions anymore. Recently kids at school have been insulting me because my dad's dead or boasting about how much better-equipped they are than me - if you know what I mean. It makes me feel somehow inadequate. You should see some of the kids at school. Talk about growing up! It's all right for them, but will it ever happen to me, too?