"The story has twists and turns galore...A fascinating, imaginative adventure." — Kirkus Reviews (starred review) In this rollicking transatlantic romp set in 1910, a plucky girl named Patch accidentally stows away on a glamorous steamship, finding herself in the midst of a mystery. Twelve-year-old Patch hasn’t found a real home yet, despite being passed like a package from one distant relative to the next. When she runs up the gangway of the massive steamship RMS Glorious , she isn’t planning to hang around. But it’s too late—the ship is setting sail! Patch has become an accidental stowaway. Luckily, she’s fearless and resourceful and finds friends on board in both high and low places. But hiding from the stowaway-hunting chief steward becomes harder and harder. And to make matters worse, Patch’s new friends urgently need her help: it turns out that some passengers are not what they seem, and there’s a mystery that needs solving before they reach New York. Can Patch protect her friends and stop some dastardly criminals? And will she find a home at last, or will the excitement of life on the move keep calling her name? The elegant allure of Titanic- era steamships meets madcap escapades as our intrepid heroine finds adventure on every deck. The story has twists and turns galore, as convoluted as the ship’s corridors and back stairs, along with dastardly villains and loving relationships. The highly detailed narration conveys the syntax, language, sights, and sounds of the era. Several charming and dramatic full-page illustrations perfectly capture the events and characters. A fascinating, imaginative adventure. —Kirkus Reviews (starred review) [A]bustling historical tale. . .. The larger-than-life settingprovidesample opportunity for swashbuckling adventures whose stakes, while never too high, are always exciting. —Publishers Weekly Eagle populates the steamship with quirky, memorable characters and creates a fascinating world in miniature as the girls scurry between decks and class divides. . . . Wonderfully scrappy and bighearted, Patch is a protagonist readers will cheer on. —Booklist The Accidental Stowaway is just the sort of thing action-seeking readers will tear through. . . . The novel is chock-full of surprises, and Jo Rioux’s illustrations bring these incredible happenings to life. . . . this is a book fueled by intrigue, excitement and suspense, and there’s never a dull moment, with several dastardly villains up to no good. —The Horn Book The Accidental Stowaway is just the sort of thing action-seeking readers will tear through. . . .The novel is chock-full of surprises, and Jo Rioux’s illustrations bring these incredible happenings to life. . . .this is a book fueled by intrigue, excitement and suspense, andthere’s never a dull moment, with several dastardly villains up to no good. —BookPage Judith Eagle ’s career thus far has included stints as a stylist, fashion editor, and features writer. She now spends her mornings writing and her afternoons working in a secondary school library. She lives with her family and her cat, Stockwell, in south London. The Accidental Stowaway is her third novel. Jo Rioux is the illustrator of The Secret Starling and The Pear Affair by Judith Eagle . She has illustrated young adult novels, chapter books, picture books, and graphic novels. She is the author-illustrator of Cat’s Cradle: The Golden Twine and the illustrator of The Daughters of Ys by M. T. Anderson. Jo Rioux lives in Ottawa. One Right from the start she was known as “Crosspatch.”    Her real name was Esme Leonard but no one ever called her that.    In the London hospital where she had been born, it was a doctor who observed she should win a medal for grumpiness. The nurses raised their eyebrows but, in all honesty, they agreed. The baby never gurgled but always frowned! And no matter how much they tickled and cooed, her cross little face remained resolutely crumpled.    “Crosspatch needs her nappy changing!” they’d call to one another.    “My word,” they’d say, laughing as though it was the funniest thing in the whole wide world, “look at the face on that!”    Over time the name was shortened and, like a label on a parcel, it had stuck. To make matters worse, it seemed like Patch was a parcel. Not a fancy one, all done up with shiny paper and ribbons; more of a plain brown one, with paper that has been used several times. The kind of parcel that no one wants to receive and everyone is always passing on.    “They tell me you are impossible,” Mr. Ringe would say, and her heart would give a little thud. “A ruffian.” Thud. Thud. “A wild animal.” Thud. Thud. Thud.    Mr. Ringe was the craggy-faced, somewhat gaunt lawyer in charge of securing Patch a home.    Passed from pillar to post, that was how she saw it. Her mother had run away when she was born; her father had died ages ago of something to do with weak lungs. She couldn’t remember either of them. These were just the