Both books mess around with words with abandon, splicing food stuffs with animals
Rain can be devastating or joy-bringing, a threat or a relief – and all the shades of cloudy grey in between.
Brilliantly absurd and funny… the man would rather drink from a vase than cave in.
Falling. floating, flying, swimming…. all the strangeness of dreamworld.
“Humbelly doo, Lumbelly la, Loopy loo!”
Three books about pesky insects which are, weirdly, thoroughly enjoyable.
This may be the closest we get to touching snow.
Books are generous things, but these three are more generous than most
To be proud of your name is a way of being proud of yourself.
What’s in the hole? Mystery and possibility, that’s what.