My father and I have finished Orphan Island by Laurel Snyder.
"Nine on the island, orphans all. Any more, the sky might fall."
Somewhere between Faerie and fable, reality and mystery, lies a
mist-wrapped island paradise where nine orphan children – and only
children – dwell, the number maintained as every year a driver-less
green boat brings a toddler and takes the Elder. But the island is
wreathed with questions no less than mist, namely where do the toddlers,
the Cares, come from and, just as importantly, where do the Elders go?
Questions Jinny must wrestle with as her duty as the new Elder and the
rules of the islands come into conflict with her innate curiosity and
love of home. How would I describe this book? As a deeper, wiser
successor to Lord of the Flies. A book which wraps justified curiosity
around and yet against unexplained rules and magic, where love of home
wars with fear of the unknown on a battlefield of mystery and
Farewell Jinny, Ben, Joon, Oz, Eevie, Jak, Nat, Sam, and Ess.