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Wendy Meddour was brought up in the hills around Aberystwyth. She left to acquire a doctorate in Critical Theory and taught English Literature at Oxford University for eight years before trying her hand at writing fiction.

Her debut children’s book, ‘A Hen in the Wardrobe’, was shortlisted for the Branford Boase Award (for ‘outstanding first novel’) and won the John C Laurence Award for ‘improving relations between the races’.

Since then, Wendy has gone on to write the best-selling ‘Wendy Quill’ series (illustrated by her 11 year old daughter and translated into nine languages) and a number of humorous yet heart-warming books for younger readers. Her latest effort is typical of her slightly cheeky (yet pertinent) sense of humour and is entitled: ‘How the Library (not the Prince) Saved Rapunzel.

Her titles include: ‘How the Library (Not the Prince) Saved Rapunzel,’ (Frances Lincoln: Oct 2014); ‘Dottie Blanket and the Hilltop,’ (Firefly Press, Oct 2014); ‘Wendy Quill is Full up of Wrong, (OUP: July 2014); ‘Wendy Quill Tries to Grow a Pet, (OUP: March 2014); ‘Wendy Quill is a Crocodile’s Bottom, (OUP: July 2013); ‘The Black Cat Detectives,’ (Frances Lincoln: Aug 2012); and ‘A Hen in the Wardrobe,’ (Frances Lincoln: Feb 2012).


With the wind in his hair, and blowing his hooter,

Along came the prince on the back of a scooter.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, please let down your hair!”

Called the prince from down on the bottom stair…

But Rapunzel just sat –

As still as a wall;

She didn’t think much of the prince at all.

Rapunzel sits on the sixteenth floor of an inner city block, bored, dreaming and looking out at the rain. No one can rouse her from her apathy, not the milkman or the postman or the baker or her aunt – or even the prince. But when at last a letter is delivered, it contains news that has Rapunzel on her feet again. She has a new job at the library! And suddenly her life is busy, sparkling, exciting and stimulating. “For despite her long hair and her ravishing looks, she loved nothing better than reading good books!”

‘How refreshing to have a girl in a story whose fate lies within her own hands. A brilliant picture book.’ Malorie Blackman, Children’s Laureate


It’s not easy when you come from Somewhere Else. Especially when you smell of trains and fish. When Mr Blanket lost his job in the city and couldn’t find it again, it seemed like things would never get better. ‘I wish,’ said Dottie, closing her eyes and trying her hardest not to wobble, ‘that I lived on a bright green hilltop!’ Suddenly, her wish comes true! Mr Blanket gets a new job in The Middle of Nowhere.

Dottie soon finds that The Hilltop is the Middle of Somewhere as she gets to meet Winnie Crisp, Tom Tractor, Blod Evans, the Rowland twins and the Fidgets. And on the Hilltop she doesn’t need wishes, because the magic happens on its own.


It is very tricky to get things right ALL of the time. Sometimes, I get things a little bit wrong. But it’s not actually always my entire fault. Like when my too-fast-bike whizzed round a corner and I slightly-squished a lady, or when the ghost in my sister’s room accidentally pushed her open diary into my hands . . .
My name is Wendy Quill and this is the story of my slightly awful accidents.

* don’t worry though – it’s all OK in the end!

‘This is a very funny series that … stands apart from the competition.’ The Bookseller.


When psychotherapist Frieda Klein left the sleepy Suffolk coastal town in which she grew up she never intended to return. Left behind were friends, family, lives and loves but alongside them, painful memories; a past she wouldn’t allow to destroy her.

Then, years later, an old classmate appears in London asking Frieda to help her teenage daughter and long buried memories resurface. Death soon follows, leaving Frieda no choice but to return home to confront her past. And the monsters no one else believed were real . . .

Through a fog of conflicting accounts, hidden agendas and questionable alibis, Frieda can trust no one as she tries to piece together the shocking truth, past and present. Before another innocent dies.

The course was brilliant!