G R E ATE X P E C TAT I O N S

With thanks/apologies to Charles Dickens

First published in Great Britain in 2020 by Egmont UK Limited2 Minster Court, 10th floor, London EC3R 7BBText and illustrations copyright © 2020 Jack Noel

The moral rights of the author and illustrator have been assertedISBN 978 1 4052 9404 1

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A N O L D B O O K B Y

C H A R L E S D I C K E N SW I T H N E W D O O D L E S B Y

JAC K N O E L

The forge(I live here)

Graveyard(Mum and Dad

live here)

The Three Jolly Bargemen

(the village pub)

The Marshes(Some cows live here)

Church

Prison ships

Satis House(Miss Havisham

lives here. It's fancy.)

TO LONDON!

The seaMY VILLAGE

MY SISTER

ME

(PIP)

PHILIP PIRRIP,

late of this parish,Georgianawife of the above,

☜

NAME:

AGE:

LOCATION:

LIFE PLANS:

Philip Pirrip

Twelve

I live in the blacksmith's forge with my sister

Mrs Joe and her husband Joe, the blacksmith

Joe says I'll be a blacksmith like him when

I grow up, but sometimes I think there

might be adventures waiting for me in the

world outside our little village . . .

But just call

me Pip

MY HOUSE

DAD

JOE

MUM

HELLO!MY NAME IS

My infant tongue

Infant me

Poop!

PIP!

PIP!

PIP!

My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip,

my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than PIP.

So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called PIP.

IC H A P T E R

PIP☺9

Sliced breadDinosaurs The

wheelPhotos

Mum + Dad

The internet

Mum

Me

Dad

TIME

MY FAMILY

I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs). My first ideas regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones.

PHILIP PIRRIP, late of this parish,

Georgianawife of the above,

☜

10

Hello, son.

Hi, darling⁘ cough ⁘

⁘ cough ⁘⁘ sniff ⁘

The shape of the letters on my father’s tombstone gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair.

From my mother’s, I drew a childish conclusion that she was freckled and sickly.

PHILIP PIRRIP, late of this parish,

Georgianawife of the above,

☜

It was a memorable raw afternoon towards evening.

This bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard;

wherePHILIP PIRRIP, late of this parish, and also

GEORGIANAwife of the above,

were dead and buried.

AND SO MY STORY BEGINS

PHILIP PIRRIP, late of this parish,

Georgianawife of the above,

☜

THEMARSHES

Me!

Mound

Gate

Cattle

The sea

The river

The dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with mounds

and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes.

The low leaden line beyond was the river;

and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing was the sea.

And the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was PIP.