Disaster Diaries: The Worst Holiday Ever

An orange cover showing two small horrified children in the pouring rain in front of a caravan with an excited dog trying to lick an ice cream.

Daffodil is eight years old and the youngest in her family. She loves:
– Capybaras (which are a kind of GIANT guinea pig)
– Nirmal-Next-Door (who is her best friend because they agree about most things)
– Bobby dazzlers (which means brilliant ideas)
– Lists (like this one)

Daff is going on a last-minute trip to a mystery resort called SANDY PALACE. Dad has said it’s going to be ‘THE BEST HOLIDAY EVER’. Except … when they get there there’s no SAND and there’s no PALACE. It’s a caravan site that smells bad AND it’s raining. It’s probably going to be THE WORST HOLIDAY EVER. Can Daff and Nirmal come up with a bobby dazzler to save the holiday?

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About Joanna Nadin

A former broadcast journalist and special adviser to the prime minister, since leaving politics I’ve written more than 80 books for children and adults, as well as speeches for politicians, and articles for newspapers and magazines like The Guardian, Red and The Amorist. I also lecture in Creative Writing at Bath Spa University, and hold a doctorate in young adult literature. I’m a winner of the Fantastic Book Award and the Surrey Book Award, and have been shortlisted for the Roald Dahl Funny Prize, the Booktrust Best Book award and Queen of Teen among others, and twice nominated for the Carnegie Medal, for Everybody Hurts, and for Joe All Alone, which is now a BAFTA-winning and Emmy-nominated BBC TV series. I've also worked with Sir Chris Hoy on the Flying Fergus series and ghost-written Angry Birds under another name. I like London, New York, Essex, tea, cake, Marmite, mint imperials, prom dresses, pubs, that bit in the West Wing where Donna tells Josh she wouldn’t stop for a red light if he was in an accident, junk shops, crisps, Cornwall, St Custard’s, Portuguese custard tarts, political geeks, pin-up swimsuits, the Regency, high heels, horses, old songs, my Grandma’s fur coat, vinyl, liner notes, the smell of old books, the feel of a velveteen monkey, Guinness, quiffs, putting my hand in a bin of chicken feed, the 1950s, burlesque, automata, fiddles, flaneuring, gigs in fields on warm summer nights, Bath, the bath.
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