Emilia, the King and the Place Beyond is about a little girl Emilia who dreams, wonders and loves to explore. Most importantly, she was wants answers. The trouble is her questions are too big.
Emilia gets to know Mickey, and the rest of the Burtons. They’re a cool family, because they eat bangers and mash on their laps, they’re loud and funny, and they always say what they think. Oh, they know all about the King.
Emilia, the King and the Place Beyond provokes, challenges and draws you right in. It will inspire you to delve deeper, and ask more questions, in order to find you Kingly mission.
Here is an extract from the book by Felicity Sears:
“EMILIA!! Mark your man! Mark your man!”
I ran as fast as I could, trying to keep up with the game. I hated netball. I hated P.E. I loved running around in the garden at home and climbing trees because there were no rules there. But I hated being shouted at. I hated how the popular kids chose their friends to be on their team and left me and Joanna out. If only my mum would write me a note and make something up, like some of the cooler girls’ mums did, so I didn’t have to do this.
I sighed, but something inside me woke; that determination. That rusty pink bike manifested itself as an awkward netball player who wore herself out trying.
The game was eventually over, and I was relieved to be able to get changed and get back to the classroom with Miss Williams.
She was talking about big school and how different it would be there. How the lessons would all be in different classrooms and how much bigger it would be. She told us about each of the local secondary schools, and the subjects we’d be taking. Blah blah blah…..! We all already knew about all of that and had been talking about it for ages. I started to daydream again.
A lot of the other kids had been talking about the King again. It was all so confusing though. Everyone seemed to believe different things about it or believed in something else entirely. We didn’t learn much at school about anything like this. They didn’t believe in forcing beliefs on children, so instead they didn’t teach anything about it at all, or at least not in a way that gave any real answers.
Miss Williams was fascinating and was good at telling us stories. She seemed to have answers to everything and everyone, except Michael. She really didn’t like Michael. He seemed to have answers too.
Michael was interesting. Aloof but composed. He had an air of confidence about him that I didn’t notice back when we were in lower juniors. He and his family were poor, Mum said. She said that I was better off hanging out with people who had successful parents like her and Dad if I was to make anything of my life.
I didn’t know what to believe then. I liked the idea of somewhere that existed that was perfectly peaceful, where we could escape, and where we could be free to do whatever we wanted. Where we could have adventures, where there was no pollution and where everything was perfect. But I wasn’t sure about a King.
Michael believed that in the future people wouldn’t need to lock their doors or have burglar alarms fitted, because no-one would ever steal anything, and children would never be in danger again. But he said you had to love and believe in the King and follow his plan for you. I didn’t much like the sound of that – reminded me of P.E. – Written by Felicity Sears