Bookwitch

By my reckoning Jeanne Willis has shared lifts with some strange creatures in her time. That includes the bookwitch, and you don’t get much stranger than that. She tells me she remembers people from lifts particularly well, and puts them in her books. Look out for the bookwitch picture book. I’ve asked to be made really scary. (As I am.) Or maybe Jeanne was just pulling my leg?

After professing my ignorance about Jeanne’s books, I have hurriedly made improvements in that area, and first out are some picture books. It’s been a long time since I read picture books. It’s been a fairly long time since I read them to Offspring. But, it’s actually fun. It’s poetry, too.

There’s Grill Pan Eddy, a much hated mouse. He refuses to die. At least to begin with. Lovely pictures by Tony Ross, in a very Tony Ross-y kind of style. It’s happy and sad and happy.

Who’s in the Loo? Good question, and it’s one we often ask ourselves. There’s nothing quite like a queue for the toilet. I’ve learnt some new, poetic words for what you do in the loo, which will most likely come in useful one day. Pictures by Adrian Reynolds.

And last, a very romantic story, Tadpole’s Promise. It’s a love affair between a tadpole and a caterpillar, and it’s not easy for either of them. More great pictures by Tony Ross, to accompany the sad business of young love.