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The Cumulus Island Challenge
It’s an island. It’s a holiday! But what if you can’t relax?
After deciphering mysterious messages, farm-girl Floss and Canberra teen Ben, each with their brother, head off on the adventure of a lifetime where they’ll join others on an uninhabited rocky island, facing challenges as varied as the coastal weather and learning to navigate life’s swirling waters in the process.
Set primarily along the picturesque, rugged coastline of southern NSW, The Cumulus Island Challenge is a Middle Grade novel of 50,000 words for 9–12 year-olds. The story is reminiscent of the freedom children had in Enid Blyton’s novels. It would sit comfortably on the shelf between other adventure stories such as Jaclyn Moriarty’s The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures of Bronte Mettlestone and Charlie Higson’s Worst. Holiday. Ever., differing because these characters are modern young Australians, yet similar because the protagonists are also dealing with issues causing them anxiety.
It’s an island. It’s a holiday! But what if you can’t relax?
After deciphering mysterious messages, farm-girl Floss and Canberra teen Ben, each with their brother, head off on the adventure of a lifetime where they’ll join others on an uninhabited rocky island, facing challenges as varied as the coastal weather and learning to navigate life’s swirling waters in the process.
Set primarily along the picturesque, rugged coastline of southern NSW, The Cumulus Island Challenge is a Middle Grade novel of 50,000 words for 9–12 year-olds. The story is reminiscent of the freedom children had in Enid Blyton’s novels. It would sit comfortably on the shelf between other adventure stories such as Jaclyn Moriarty’s The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures of Bronte Mettlestone and Charlie Higson’s Worst. Holiday. Ever., differing because these characters are modern young Australians, yet similar because the protagonists are also dealing with issues causing them anxiety.
The beautiful South Coast is a favourite weekend escape. I sit on the beach, walk along the cliffs and write in a notebook that gets sandy (and occasionally splashed) while I listen to the sea. The hours simply disappear when I write.
