After Michael Rosen's webchat the other day I ordered Sad Book (and others) and they arrived yesterday.
I don't think I've ever read a book that has stayed with me in quite the same way.
Simple, honest and beautiful but difficult to read without feeling the pressure of the lump in your throat. I kind of want to tell people about it but I think folk would think I was a bit morbid.
Anybody know what I mean?