Zoella & Friends 2017 Book Club: Amy Alward Reviews The One Memory of Flora Banks by Emily Barr

Zoella & Friends 2017 Book Club: Amy Alward Reviews The One Memory of Flora Banks by Emily Barr

Will following him be the key to unlocking her memory? Who can she trust?

Amy Alward   Amy Alward featured in the first Zoella Book Club with her magical adventure The Potion Diaries. The third in the series The Potion Diaries: Going Viral publishes this summer. Amy is a huge fan of fantasy and science fiction, but loves that the Zoella Book Club has introduced her to some awesome contemporary and thriller YA reads. A Gryffindor through and through, she loves books that can take her on an adventure, with characters that can inspire her with their bravery (whether that’s facing down fire-breathing dragons or inner demons). Her favourite series of all time is His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman – she can’t wait for The Book of Dust this Autumn.

The One Memory of Flora Banks  Flora has anterograde amnesia. She can’t remember anything day-to-day: the joke her friend made, the instructions her parents gave her, how old she is. Then she kisses someone she shouldn’t, and the next day she remembers it. It’s the first time she’s remembered anything since she was ten. But the boy is gone. She thinks he’s moved to the Arctic. Will following him be the key to unlocking her memory? Who can she trust?

Emily Barr  Emily Barr worked as a journalist in London but always hankered after a quiet room and a book to write. She went travelling for a year, which gave her an idea for a novel set in the world of backpackers in Asia. This became Backpack, an adult thriller which won the WHSmith New Talent Award, and she has since written eleven more adult novels published in the UK and around the world. The One Memory of Flora Banks is her first novel for young adults. She lives in Cornwall with her partner and their children.


The One Memory of Flora Banks Sensitive Themes  //   Minor Peril and Violence  /   References to Death  /   Alcohol  /   Illness  /   Family Issues  /   References to Sex

Read an Extract from The One Memory of Flora Banks:

May

I am at the top of a hill, and although I know I have done something terrible I have no idea what it is.

A minute or an hour ago I knew, but it has vanished from my mind, and I didn’t have time to write it down so now it is lost. I know that I need to stay away, but I don’t know what I am hiding from.

I am standing on the ridge of a mountain in an impossibly beautiful icy place. Far below me on one side is a stretch of water, with two rowing boats pulled up on the shore beside it. On the other side there is nothing; mountains stretch as far as I can see. The sky is the deepest blue, the sun dazzling. There is light snow on the ground, but I am hot, because I am wearing a big fur coat. This is a bright, snowy place. It cannot be real. I am in a place inside my head, hiding.

When I look back I see that there is a hut far below me, down near the boats: I have scrambled away from it, up the hill, away from whatever is inside it. I should not be out here on my own because I know that there is something dangerous.

I would take my chances in the wild rather than face the thing that is in the hut.

As there are no trees I must cross the ridge before I can hide. As soon as I am over it I will be in the wild. There will be just me and the mountains and the rocks and the snow.

I stand on the ridge and take two smooth stones from my coat pocket. I don’t know why I am doing this, but I know it is essential. They are black, and together they fit neatly into the palm of my hand. I throw the stones, one after the other, as hard as I can, as far as I can. They disappear among the snow-covered rocks and I am pleased.

Soon I will be out of sight. I will find a place to hide, and I will not move until I remember what it is that I have done. I don’t care how long it takes. I will probably stay here, in this cold place, for the rest of my life.


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