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About The Book

Cosmo must journey to the past to understand his future in this humorous, heartbreaking, and brilliantly original debut novel.

Cosmo’s granddad used to be the cleverest person he ever knew. That is, until his granddad’s mind began to fail. In a rare moment of clarity, his granddad gives Cosmo a key and pleads with Cosmo to go to the South Gates of Blackbrick Abbey, where his granddad promises an “answer to everything.” In the dead of night, Cosmo does just that.

When Cosmo unlocks the rusty old gates, he is whisked back to Blackbrick of years past, along with his granddad—now just sixteen-years old and sharp as a tack—beautiful Maggie, and the absolutely dreadful Corporamore family. But much more than time travel adventure awaits Cosmo on the old, sprawling estate: he’ll also discover revealing truths about his granddad, his family, and himself.

Abounding with humor and heart, this extraordinary novel is an original, unforgettable story about lost memories, lost times, and lost lives, reclaimed.

Excerpt

Back to Blackbrick Chapter 1
MY GRANDDAD was pretty much the cleverest person I ever met, so it was strange in the end to see the way people treated him—as if he was a complete moron. We were waiting for a train one day, not bothering anyone, when this boy said to me, “Hey. Hey you. What’s wrong with the old man?”

In fairness, my granddad did happen to be in the middle of quite a long conversation with a lamppost. But still, it didn’t give the boy the right to be so nosy.

I walked a bit closer to the boy, and I whispered:

“He suffers from a rare condition that makes him randomly violent to anyone who asks stupid questions about people they’ve never met.”

That very same week me and Granddad saw this program all about how Albert Einstein was always looking for his keys and wearing odd shoes and not brushing his hair for weeks on end.

“See, Granddad?” I said to him. “Einstein was exactly the same as you are. And no one ever thought there was anything wrong with his brain.”

“No one except for his teachers, who apparently thought he was an imbecile,” my granddad replied.

The next day he asked me where the toilet was. And the day after that he looked at me suddenly and he said, “Maggie, Maggie, what’s the plan of action now? When are we all going home?” which was kind of confusing, seeing as there was no plan of action, and seeing as we already were at home. And also seeing as my name is not Maggie.

My name is Cosmo. When I’m a legal adult, I’m going to change it by deed poll. I’ve checked it out, and it’s fairly straightforward.



The first time Granddad peed in the dishwasher was when me and my gran realized we were going to have to make a few changes. For one thing, we got into the habit of putting the superhot cycle on twice.

He began to repeat things over and over, and I knew that there was definitely something wrong, because he hadn’t usually been a repetitive sort of guy. It got to be pretty annoying. He began to forget the kinds of things that you’d never imagine anyone could forget, like for example that my brother, Brian, was dead, even though by then he’d been dead for quite a while. Granddad got this idea that Brian was actually in the kitchen, completely alive, and ready to make cups of tea for anyone who shouted at him.

“BRIAN! BRIAN!” he’d yell. “DO US A FAVOR LIKE A GOOD FELLOW, AND BRING US A CUP OF TEA!”

So then I’d usually have to go off and make the stupid tea. Granddad always said, “Ah, fantastic,” right after he took the first sip, as if drinking a cup of tea was the best thing ever.

When he started to get up in the middle of the night and wander around the house, poking about and searching in drawers and stuff, me and my gran kept having to follow him. We’d have to think of quite clever ways to convince him to go back to bed, which usually took ages. He’d sometimes have gone out into the garden before we’d even woken up, and we’d run out to him where he stood shivering, thin and empty. Like a shadow.

I’d say, “Granddad, what are you doing out here in the dark like this?” And he’d say, “I don’t know really. I used to love the dark.”

And after that my gran would sit with him as if he was the one who needed to be comforted, even though it was me who’d been woken up in the middle of the night. He would say, “Oh, my girl,” in a way that made it sound like Granny Deedee was someone quite young, which obviously she isn’t. And she’d look down at his hands and stroke them and she’d tell him how beautiful they were.

Don’t get me wrong—I mean, you could say a lot of nice things about my granddad, because he was a great guy and everything—but I really don’t think you could say his hands were beautiful. For one thing, they were old and brown and bent like the roots of a tree. And for another thing, instead of an index finger he had a kind of stump on his right hand that only went as far as his first knuckle. It wasn’t that noticeable except when he was trying to point at something.

Whenever I asked him what happened to that finger, he would look down and his eyes would go all round and he would say, “Good God! My finger. It’s missing! Assemble a search party!”

It was kind of a joke that me and him had before he got sick. Nobody else got it.



I tried to talk to my gran about Granddad’s memory, but she pretended it really wasn’t that big a deal. She said we would do our best for him for as long as we could, but eventually we’d have to tell Uncle Ted, who at the time was living in San Francisco being a scientist and never answering his phone.

“Aren’t there brain pills or something that Granddad can take?”

“Cosmo, love, he’s already on lots of medication.”

“Well, no offense, Gran, but you’d better go back to the doctor with him and change the dose.”

“It’s not the dose,” she said. “It’s the illness.”

I didn’t think that was a very constructive attitude. I told her I knew for a fact that there were loads of doctors who didn’t have that much of a clue what they were even talking about. I started telling her about this one guy I’d seen on the True Stories channel who’d had a heart attack because they’d given him rat poison instead of cholesterol pills, but all Gran said was, “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Cosmo, will you please stop it?” which was quite cranky of her if you ask me. She never used to be grumpy like that, no matter how many things I told her about.



Later that night I googled “memory loss,” and I honestly didn’t know why I hadn’t done it sooner. It turns out there’s a load of information for people in our situation. The very first link I clicked on was a website called:

THE MEMORY CURE

Proven strategies to delay and reverse age-related memory loss when someone you love starts to forget.

Those glittery words of hope shone from the screen, making me blink, and I could feel pints of relief pouring through my body, right down into my toes.

About The Author

Author photograph by Liam Burke, Press 22

Sarah Moore Fitzgerald is a professor and associate vice president at the University of Limerick in Ireland, where she lives with her family. Back to Blackbrick is her first novel for young readers.

Product Details

  • Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books (September 3, 2013)
  • Length: 208 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781442481558
  • Grades: 5 - 9
  • Ages: 10 - 14
  • Lexile ® 950L

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Raves and Reviews

"Original and compelling, this is a beautifully written novel about love, loss, history and memory. Wonderful storytelling."

– The Bookseller (UK)

"This beautiful novel is deceptively easy to read; the story rattles along while dealing sensitively with issues of love, loss, illness and memory. It’s a moving and poignant story, but there are funny moments, too. Back to Blackbrick is an impressive debut novel that already feels like a classic."

– welovebooks.com

“The book is a thoughtful blend of time travel adventure and family drama, and Cosmo’s voice balances wry humor with deeply felt angst over his grandfather’s illness Fans of gentle fantasies and readers with relatives suffering similar physical challenges will find Cosmo a worthwhile companion.”

– BCCB

“Debut author Fitzgerald adeptly conveys Cosmo’s love for his grandfather and his fury at the way arrangements are being made all around him; Cosmo’s distinctively Irish speech is another strong point. Watching Cosmo learn what can and can’t be fixed makes for a strong story that’s less about time travel than about love and memory.”

– Publishers Weekly

"Adventures and contretemps ensue, making for a rollicking ride. Cosmo’s fresh and sassy approach to life is true to his youthful perspective. His age is left intentionally vague (as is what happened to his father), and his voice engages. The solidly constructed time-travel plot adds to the fun."

– School Library Journal

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