I should start with a declaration of interest: Jo Cotterill is one of my best and dearest friends, and so this review is likely to be ...

First of all, I have a complaint to make. This is the second book in the Stinkbomb and Ketchup-Face series, and the next one isn't...

Allan Ahlberg, in my view, is a national treasure. No: a National Treasure, the honorific capitals fully and unequivocally deserved;...

Josh was published in 1971, and won that year’s Carnegie medal, but until I came upon a copy in a charity shop I’d never heard of it...

In my last Awfully Big Blogpost , I mentioned the truth about ‘visualization’ - the idea, prevalent in so many self-help books, that the fi...

Dragons & Monsters is the third and final part of Reinhart's and Sabuda's Encyclopedia Mythologica series, and I don'...

Most of the books I read when I was a child were about middle-class English children. When a child from another culture appeared it was ge...

This is a charming and delightfully silly little picturebook, aimed - I suspect - at both the tech-savvy toddler and the paperback-loving ...

I really wasn’t looking for a picture book. My son’s eleven, and learning to be cool at secondary school; my daughter’s nine and newly obs...

My children got very excited when And Rocky Too dropped through the letterbox. Like me, they’d loved The Stephensons’ Rocket , Jayne Wood...

One of my favourite comic literary ideas is Douglas Adams’s Infinite Improbability Drive, which enables a spaceship to travel infinitely imp...