Awful Auntie
From number one bestselling author David Walliams comes another heartfelt but hilarious hoot of an adventure.Stella Saxby is the sole heir to Saxby Hall. But awful Aunt Alberta and her giant owl will stop at nothing to get it from her. Luckily Stella has a secret – and slightly spooky – weapon up her sleeve…
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First published in hardback in Great Britain in 2014
by HarperCollins Children’s Books
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Source ISBN 978-0-00-745360-3
Ebook Edition © SEPTEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780007453634
Version: 2018-08-22
This is Saxby Hall, where our story takes place.
Here is the interior of Saxby Hall.
This is a map of the house and grounds.
For Maya, Elise and Mitch
Thank yous
I would like to thank the following people.
Charlie Redmayne, the big boss at HarperCollins.
Ann-Janine Murtagh, who is the head of children’s books there.
Ruth Alltimes, my brilliant editor.
The great Tony Ross, who has once again brought the story alive with the most magical illustrations.
Kate Clarke, the cover designer.
Elorine Grant, who designed the inside of the book.
Geraldine Stroud and Sam White, who are in charge of publicity.
Paul Stevens, my literary agent at Independent.
Tanya Brennand-Roper, who produces the audio versions of my books.
Finally, of course, a huge thank you to Mrs Barbara Stoat, who writes all my books for me.
I do hope you enjoy this one. I haven’t read it myself so I have absolutely no clue as to what it’s about.
David Walliams
Contents
IV: The Great Bavarian Mountain Owl
XIII: A Light in the Shape of a Boy
XVIII: Crackle Crackle Crackle
XXVII: Battle of the Billiards Room
XXVIII: Under the Cover of Darkness
XXXII: “My Bottom! My Bottom!”
Do you have an awful auntie? One that never allows you to stay up to watch your favourite television programme? Or an aunt who makes you eat up every last spoonful of her revolting rhubarb crumble, even though she knows you hate rhubarb? Maybe your aunt gives her pet poodle a big slobbering wet kiss and then immediately gives you a big slobbering wet kiss too? Or does your aunt scoff all the most delicious chocolates from the box, leaving you with just the dreaded black cherry liqueur? Perhaps your aunt demands you wear that horrendously itchy jumper she knitted for you at Christmas? The one which reads ‘I Love My Auntie’ in huge purple letters on the front?
However awful your auntie might be, she will never be in the same league of awfulness as Aunt Alberta.
Aunt Alberta is the most awful aunt who ever lived.
Would you like to meet her?
Yes? I thought you would.
Here she is in all her awful awfulness…
Are you sitting uncomfortably? Then I will begin…
Meet the other characters in this story…
The young Lady Stella Saxby.
This is Soot. He is a chimney sweep.
Wagner is a Great Bavarian Mountain Owl.
Gibbon is the ancient butler of Saxby Hall.
Detective Strauss is a policeman.
It was all a blur.
At first there were only colours.
Then lines.
Slowly through the haze of Stella’s gaze the room eventually took shape.
The little girl realised she was lying in her own bed. Her bedroom was just one of countless in this vast country house. To her right side stood her wardrobe, on her left sat a tiny dressing table, framed by a tall window. Stella knew her bedroom as well as she knew her own face. Saxby Hall had always been her home. But somehow, at this moment, everything seemed strange.
