Summer Term 1
The Village that vanished by Ann Grifalconi
Young Abikamile listens as her mother prays to her ancestors' spirits to protect the people of her village from the violent men from the north who intend to enslave the Yao tribe. A wonderful gripping and moving tale from the history of the Yao people of East Africa.
Spring Term 2
I was a rat by Philip Pullman
A small boy arrives on the doorstep of a childless couple, politely but insistently asserting that he used to be a rat. The hapless Roger is first taken from his new home for a ‘philosophical investigation’, then exploited as a fairground exhibit and finally hunted as an alleged threat to society, until the remarkable truth finally emerges.
Spring Term 1
Flotsam by David Wies
A bright, science-minded boy goes to the beach equipped to collect and examine flotsam - anything floating that has been washed ashore. Bottles, lost toys, small objects of every description are among his usual finds. But there's no way he could have prepared for one particular discovery: a barnacle-encrusted underwater camera, with its own secrets to share ...and to keep.
Autumn Term 2
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allsburg
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick is a 1984 picture book consisting of a series of seemingly unrelated, highly detailed images in Van Allsburg's distinctive style. Each image is accompanied by a title and a single line of text, which compel readers to create their own stories.
Autumn Term 1
KrindleKrax by Philip Ridley
Ruskin Splinter is small and thin, with knock-knees, thick glasses and a squeaky voice, and the idea of him taming a dragon makes the whole class laugh. Big, strong Elvis is stupid but he looks like a hero. So who is more likely to get the big part in the school play? But when the mysterious beast, Krindlekrax, threatens Lizard Street and everyone who lives there, it is Ruskin who saves the day and proves he is the stuff that heros are made of after all.
Roald Dahl 100 - September 2016
The BFG is no ordinary bone-crunching giant. He is far too nice and jumbly. It’s lucky for Sophie that he is. Had she been carried off in the middle of the night by the Bloodbottler, or any of the other giants—rather than the BFG—she would have soon become breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a few nice little chiddlers, she decides she must stop them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!