James and the Giant BLEEP

Old books, bad words and the alchemical good of reading

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  • Published 20240206
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-92-4
  • Extent: 203pp
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NON-FICTION I USED TO read to Jack in the library. 

‘Let’s go,’ I’d whisper. And we’d walk the cracked concrete path from the multipurpose room with its short-pile orange carpet to the school library at the back of the grounds, where a librarian sat wordlessly at the borrowing desk, eyeing us with suspicion.

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