Sparely written...this could well be Almond's best work yet.
He has the rare gift of being tender towards experience without either sentimentalising or indulging it; he knows that raw material must be worked on before it becomes art and he knows how to do it.
A moving, perceptive collection that drifts back and forth over the shadowy border between fiction and autobiography, conjuring with brilliant clarity the elusive joys, sorrows and shames of childhood.
Challenging and stunning.
It's a book to read and read again and, as the years pass, each new reading will reveal more truths