Collection: Junior Fiction - Premier's Reading Challenge

Two tortoises have found a hat. The hat looks good on both of them. But there are two tortoises. And there is only one hat...

What is life? How did it start? Long, long ago, no one knows exactly where or when, a tiny bubble formed that was a Little Bit Different. It was the first living cell. Everyone's ancestor. And so the story of life begins.

You can run from your past, but the future is tomorrow . . .

Two years ago, Fever Crumb escaped the war-torn city of London in a travelling theatre. Now she arrives in the extraordinary crater city of Mayda, where buildings ascend the cliffs on funicular rails and a mysterious recluse is building a machine that can fly. Fever is the engineer he needs - but...

Wednesday Weeks is just starting to get the hang of this whole magic thing. But Gorgomoth the Unclean is on the loose again and he's out to ruin everything, for keeps.When Gorgomoth steals the Crown of Destiny and turns Grandpa into a frog, it's up to Wednesday and Alfie - with help from Bruce an...

Gorgomoth the Unclean is back and he's up to no good, of course. Can Wednesday and the gang beat Gorgomoth to the long-lost Stone of Power, or will the world be plunged into Never-Ending Darkness?Wednesday Weeks just wants to finish Year Six without any more magical mishaps. But Gorgomoth the Unc...

In a world of magic, can science save the day? Wednesday Weeks never wanted to be a sorcerer's apprentice. She'd rather study science than magic. But when her cloak-wearing, staff-wielding grandpa is captured by a power-hungry goblin king, Wednesday must find a way to embrace her magical heritage...

There's trouble on the Aching farm - nightmares spreading down from the hills. And Tiffany Aching's little brother has been stolen away. To get him back, Tiffany has a weapon (a frying pan), her granny's magic book (well, Diseases of the Sheep) - and the Nac Mac Feegle, the Wee Free Men, the figh...

My parents could have given me any first name at all, like John, Kevin, Shmevin ...ANYTHING. Instead Im stuck with the worst name since Mrs Face called her son Bum. Meet Weir Do. No, thats not a typo, thats his name!

My parents could have given me any first name at all, like John, Kevin, Shmevin ...ANYTHING. Instead Im stuck with the worst name since Mrs Face called her son Bum. Meet Weir Do. No, thats not a typo, thats his name!