I found this book at the South Bank Book Market. I’m drawn to this market like a moth to a flame. Often I walk away empty handed, but every now and then I find a gem. I have a large collection of faded Penguin paperback classics on a shelf somewhere.
At some point this year I stumbled across this book by William Bee. I had seen it on a blog somewhere before, so I picked it up and flicked my way through it. I found the illustrations charming and funny. The text is beautiful and made me smile. I bought it immediately.
It’s one of those picture books I pull off the shelf regularly and it makes me smile each and every time. I’ve read it to children at school and it is always received well.
Apart from a slightly faded patch on the front cover, I found it in almost perfect condition. I think I like it more because of this as it comes with a memory attached to it, rather than a knock on the door followed by an impatient delivery man wedging it through it a small space while I attempt to reach the door. (Waving fist in the air)