Publisher's Synopsis
There is someone in my house.
A picture fell yesterday and a window has cracked
mysteriously. Doors slam. The towel
is never where I left it.
'He manages to capture the moods of ordinary kids in ordinary places - their brashness, their insouciance, their posturing, their raw, plain-speaking habits, their very particular silliness'
Independent on Sunday
Lose yourself in Adrian Henri's spellbinding poetry. This beautifully balanced collection mixes spine tingle, humour and lyricism in just the right measures. We meet the Blood Brothers, experience a spooky winter moon and various things which go bump in the night. The poems are both old favourites and completely new works.
