In the opal-mining region of Australia, little Kellyanne lives with her dad, her big brother Ashmol, and her imaginary friends, Pobby and Dingan. Ashmol is constantly teasing his little sister about how Pobby and Dingan aren't real and telling her to grow up. He is convinced that his sister is just being a baby who refuses to grow out of her imaginary friend stage. However one day, when Ashmol and Kellyanne's father is suspected of a crime that he didn't commit, and Pobby and Dingan go missing, Ashmol has no choice but to learn to believe in his sister's invisible friends so he can find them before Kellyanne wastes away from grief and clear his father's name.
This is one of the saddest, sweetest, most heartbreaking books I have ever read. As a child, I didn't have imaginary friends. Kellyanne's relationship with Pobby and Dingan made me really wish that I had. This girl is just the cutest thing. She has these adorable conversations with them and plays games with them. She constantly tries to convince Ashmol to join her, but he always brushes her off and makes fun of her. He cannot understand how his sister is so convinced that Pobby and Dingan are real, and at first I wasn't convinced that they were real either. But when the two imaginary friends disappear, little Kellyanne is devastated and falls ill. Her condition gets progressively worse each day that they remain missing. By this point, Ashmol will do anything to save his sister--even believe in what he can't see. As Ashmol slowly realizes that Pobby and Dingan are real because Kellyanne believes that they are, so did I. By the end of the novella, I wholeheartedly believed in Pobby and Dingan.
I have to warn you, the ending is not a particularly happy one. It left me dangerously close to tears. But I have absolutely no regrets. Seeing Ashmol begin to believe reminded me of Peter Pan. The mantra that I kept hearing in my head was "I do believe in imaginary friends, I do, I do." I loved seeing him become less cynical and more open minded, and was reminded of the wise words of one of my favorite wizards: "Of course it is happening inside your head...but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
My three-year-old brother has an imaginary friend he calls Michael, and, needless to say, I will never again belittle his friendship with him. All in all, this was a beautiful gem of a book, and I recommend it to absolutely everyone.