The Penn Friends Series Box Set by T H Paul (AKA Tim Heath) (#5-8)
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Overview: The last four books in the much-adored Penn Friends series: The Rage of Penny, The Joy of Penny, The Darkness In Penny and The Penny Black. In this second Boxset, we conclude Season One of the adventures of Penny and her incredible powers. Each book asks its own question. This edition asks: Is doing the right thing always a victimless action? How does it feel to be truly known? How does it feel to be truly broken? Have you thought about death?
Genre: Fantasy
5. The Rage of Penny
Is doing the right thing always a victimless action?
Everyone needs to go a little crazy once, don’t they? Maybe I never really stopped.
This account was bound to come out sooner or later, so you might as well know about it now––I’m not especially proud of it, though if you asked me do I regret it, I don’t. Not most of it, anyway, and probably not for the reasons you might imagine.
It happened over the course of one weekend. I was seventeen. My mother had literally just vanished, leaving me parentless, yet full of rage that I had no idea was there. I’d suppressed it all for so long. It was that weekend that it decided to come flooding out. And once I started, I wasn’t sure I could stop.
I suddenly had a brand new car, and I needed to test it out. I learnt a lot about myself those forty-eight barmy hours I took that road trip.
6. The Joy of Penny
How does it feel to be truly known?
Have you ever noticed how bad weather seems to follow lousy weather? It was hurricane season in the Caribbean. The news filled the UK media with stories about the three successive storms of record proportion battering those beleaguered islands and then the coastline of the USA itself. There seemed no let up.
My life had been that recently, too. I couldn’t, of course, hold my hands up like those Caribbeans could and say this had nothing to do with me. My situation had everything to do with me. I was both the orchestrator of my storms and the victim at the same time––there was always collateral damage, too, just like with Irma, Maria and whatever other names they had come up with for those hurricanes. Maybe I should have named my storms, also?
Oh, but they had names as if I could forget. Jack, Abbey, Jenkins, Little Mike and Keith.
Life wasn’t always entirely crap, only for most of my current existence, it seemed. Just as Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic and Haiti were piecing things back together, rebuilding homes, reestablishing lives, I too would come through this season. The sun was shining on them again after all the storms. For a happy year––the Blackpool trip would happen at some point during that year, but that aside––the sun would shine on me as the clouds lifted, the winds stopped raging around me. There was Joy. Except, it wasn’t a feeling; it was a she.
7. The Darkness In Penny
How does it feel to be truly broken?
It was my A-Level year where things would go from bad to worse, in many regards, but I was also about to learn so much. Not only about the world, and what people do behind closed doors, but about myself. My gift. About who I was. Why I existed.
I didn’t, however, start my final two years in college with that clarity. I was beginning to hate everything about myself, in fact, and the life I had led––the life I was continually living.
Joy was gone. For the first time in years, I had cared about someone else more than myself, and her absence had left a hole. Her departure was some months before; college started that September, my classmates back to school for yet another new term, taller and more grown-up than ever before––yet I’d changed the most.
My rage was back––it had never really gone, in fact. I had managed to suppress it. Blackpool felt a long time ago, too, and yet none of it was.
However, I was about to discover as my A-Level exams approached, and thoughts turned to what to do next with my life, that my darkening feelings had nothing to do with my sins catching up with me––it was just this gift inside of me making me feel that way. I say gift––I mean my curse.
8. The Penny Black
Have you thought about death?
‘We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.’ My father read those words to me just two weeks before he walked out for good. Did J.K. Rowling write in her fifth Harry Potter book only thinking about her characters and the world she had made or was it also for people like me? Enchanti.
I would read the final two books in that epic series by myself. My father was gone.
Just as that series concluded with the spilling of blood, my childhood and entry into adulthood were rushing headlong to the same outcome. Someone had to die.
With everything I’d learned that previous year, as I finished my A-levels and contemplated university, and with everything that had come to light about who I was, and what was living inside of me, I wondered afresh. Could I carry on much longer knowing all this? My life had become a vicious circle––I didn’t recognise who I was anymore as much as I was learning about myself.
Something had to give, and it would, in equally spectacular fashion. I was going to have to die.
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