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    After the Bombing

    Written by Clare Morrall

    Narrated by Charlotte Strevens

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    About this audiobook

    On May 3rd, 1942, fifteen-year-old Alma Braithwaite and her fellow boarders at Goldwyn's school huddle in an air-raid shelter as bombs rain down on Exeter. When the girls emerge, the school is in ruins. Twenty-one years on, Alma lives alone and teaches music at her old school. The arrival of a new student takes Alma back to that summer and the long shadow it cast on her life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherW. F. Howes Ltd
    Release dateMar 27, 2014
    ISBN9781471257490
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    After the Bombing
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    Clare Morrall

    Clare Morrall's first novel, Astonishing Splashes of Colour, was a finalist for the Man Booker Prize. She is a music teacher with two grown children. She lives in Birmingham, England.

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