Funnybones By Janet & Allan Ahlberg (Review)

Ah, Halloween! That spooky time of year with pumpkins, sweets and BOO! Did I scare you? Well I tried. *hangs head in shame* It’s that time of the year again dear readers where we can dress up and frighten each other into giving us treats. Don’t you just love Halloween? Awesome.


I have a classic read for you today and very fitting, Funnybones By Janet & Allan Ahlberg. If you haven’t heard of the skeletal trio than I highly insist you stop what you are doing and head to your nearest bookshop to grab a copy. Seriously, GO GO GO! It’s a thrilling tale that will have you and your little monsters giggling and singing long into the dark dark night. Let’s begin!


I absolutely love this book and couldn’t wait to share it with my boys. As expected, they adore it too and now want skeleton everything! Good thing it’s October and they’re not in short supply. I do wish that they stocked Halloween stuff all year round. Pumpkins, ghosts, all things dark and gothic. We pretty much have all that kind of stuff out all year round in The Burrow. Yep, call us crazy but we are very much the Addams Family at times and I love it!


My first memory of Funnybones was in school. We were learning about body parts and the teacher thought it would be a fun read to help. By the end of the day we were all singing the song on the way home much to our parents dismay. Ironically I am now in the reverse situation with my son who is obsessed. But you can’t argue that it doesn’t get children interested in learning and that’s always worth those extra headaches. All together now! “The toe bone’s connected to the foot bone!


The repetition in the story is perfect for little monsters. It helps them learn words, phrases and rhythm which are all important parts of language. The more children repeat things, the more it sticks with them helping to improve their memory. The boys now want their entire bedroom to be decorated with nothing but…you guessed it; skeletons. Don’t get me started on their obsession with the Nightmare Before Christmas. I love that film but we have to watch it every…single…day….


Black is a colour that is often avoided being used in children’s’ books as it’s not bright or cheery enough. However when used effectively it can really bring a story to life. The illustrations in Funnybones really pop out at you, giving you a little fright with each page turn. The bright white used for the skeletons against the dark dark black grabs your child’s imagination. It’s refreshing to see and always brings a smile to our faces.

I give Funnybones By Janet & Allan Ahlberg a Five out of Five Paw Rating.


It’s a delightful book that encourages fun and silliness. Something all children need and we need to remember for ourselves amid all the cares and responsibilities of being parents. It’s never a bad thing to have a bit of a scare. For example; what’s that behind you?…


I hope you all have fangtastic Halloween! We are dressing up, making spider cupcakes and watching films! Utter bliss. Pretty much how we spend most of our days really. Trick Or Treat!!!

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Larwock By Sam Zadgan Book Review

There are unspeakable forces in this world that we know we shouldn’t mess with. The strange and the unknown terrifies us. Say you were to discover an old tattered leather-bound book containing a strange disturbing language. What would you do? Open it? Sell it on eBay? I can guarantee most of you will pick the former over the latter. We can’t help it, it’s our natural human instinct. Do we listen to that little voice inside our head telling us to leave well alone? Nope! We open that baby up and release all hell on earth simply because we were being too nosey. We are only human after all, can you blame us?


If you are (like I was) intrigued by witches, cults and the unexplained then read on dear reader for I have the book for you. This week I am reviewing Larwock By Sam Zadgan. Step into the haunting town of Larwock and prepare yourself to witness things you only dared see in your nightmares. Ready? Here we go, watch your step and keep a look-out for anything out of the ordinary. Ignore that rustling sound coming from the brush to your right that’s only a…oh…let’s do a fast walk…RUN!


“Some places exist and don’t exist all at the same time.” This is Larwock, a town of nightmares, straddling the lines of fantasy and reality.

When ancient sorcery meets evil intent, a coven of witches are forced out into the woods and there they make their new home. A hellish place, protected by old gods, enticing unsuspecting travellers into their unworldly demise.

Only those who share a lineage with the original town-folk are aware of its existence. However, none know of its location, and the mysterious town and its blasphemous inhabitants are allowed to carry on their wicked ways through the ages.

It takes a lot these days for a book to really, really grab me and get me stuck in between the pages of the author’s world. Not just because I am a mother to two boys (time is extremely precious and rare) but because I have a thirst for good writing and story telling. From the first page I was hooked and enjoyed every moment. I found myself turning the pages in quick success, needing to know what happened next. As the events unfolded in front of my eyes I was transfixed and caught in a spell. The suspense and tension were in thick supply. The eerie creepiness of the town and it’s people kept pulling me in, wiling me to learn and understand. I was paralysed and could only continue on hoping for answers, never knowing what was coming next. It gave me chills and I loved it every minute of it.

Then the doorknob violently shook from one direction to the other. There was another haunting scream from the demonic parade outside.

The pace of  Larwock fits perfectly with the flow of the story. From the history of the town and it’s people. To the red-haired woman’s past and the present generations future. It all slotted into place and I felt the sudden urge to help Shannon save Stewart’s life. I felt a part of the story and the heavy burden on my shoulders to help destroy the evil that had long reigned. “Bring it” I kept shouting out and scaring the cat. For every defeat the characters faced made me more annoyed and angry at the evil conspiring against us. I was determined to not let it win. Books that get me that worked up is always a good sign. It’s doing its job brilliantly and I have to take a step back to applaud its genius. *Claps*

“They don’t just kill; they eat the descendant. It’s a cannibalistic ritual!”

Zadgan’s use of imagery is horrifically beautiful. I had these terrifying images etched in my mind, wanting to desperately forget them but shamefully wanting to read more. The description of the statues in the church was so raw and vivid that I could physically reach out and touch them. A good balance of showing the reader what is happening and yet still allowing them to be left alone with their imagination.

The hair on the body and legs seemed like real goat hair to the touch, fresh and new as if living veins and organs were operating underneath.

My only criticism is I wish this book was longer. The ending had me screaming out a dramatic “NOOOOO!” I plead to the author if you have any intentions in penning a sequel, please let me know because I am dying to know what happens. But then again, maybe Zadgan did this on purpose. To leave it up to the reader’s own interpretations. An open-ended ending is full of possibilities. Exciting and annoying as I long for answers. That is the way of life though and fits in with the story. Sometimes we are just not meant to know what happens next, sometimes it’s better that we don’t. Doesn’t mean it won’t drive us crazy not knowing though…*twitches eye*



I give Larwock By Sam Zadgan a Four out of Five Paw rating.

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I was on tenterhooks on each page and gripped till the end. Please write another to satisfy my curiosity of what happens next…please?


Grab yourselves a copy here and welcome to Larwock, enjoy your stay dear readers…




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The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue By Susan Kassabian (Book Review)

I have always been fascinated with Egypt. I remember in school we decorated a whole wall with hieroglyphs and Egyptian gods. We even got taken to an Egyptian museum to learn more about mummification and how they built the pyramids. Not to mention the curses and rituals they used to perform on the undead. Horrific and disturbing, yet such intriguing stuff. Spooked yet? Read on dear reader for I have the book for you this week, a mysterious and magical tale. Behold The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue By Susan Kassabian.


Have you ever done something that you REALLY wish you hadn’t…?
When Katie decides to mummify her dead, pet goldfish she has no idea what she has started. For then there is a theft …and an ancient and malevolent power is unwittingly unleashed to hunt down her brother, Josh.
Can Katie, Josh and Andy discover an antidote before it is too late? And why is it so vital to find the writer of the mysterious book..?

A big thank you to Susan Kassabian for sending me a copy of her prize-winning debut novel The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue. I was fist introduced to Kassabian’s work with her collection of poems, Poems For Children. A witty and nostalgic selection of poems about childhood. A delightfully fun read that I highly recommend. So as soon as I received a copy of Kassabian’s first novel I couldn’t wait to go on a brand new and exciting but dangerous adventure. Are you ready? Grab your backpack and let’s go!


‘Only it wasn’t a coil of rope. The warm, smooth, undulating thing was alive. It wound itself in swift, sinuous curves around his throat and chest and began to crush the breath out of his lungs.’

A delicious mixture of Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton I was captivated by every page. Kassabian has a natural creative style that not only gives you goosebumps but makes you want to read on. Kassabian teases the reader with cliffhanger moments and suspense throughout the novel forcing you to continue to the very end. The good tell sign of a book is when you choose to read over sleep. And if you have kids, this is a big sacrifice.

‘What’s excavating?’ said Katie, revived by the refreshments. ‘And please may I have another piece of cake?’

Kassabian uses a good choice of characters. Brothers Andy and Josh with their sister Katie join a retired archaeologist, Dame Lobelia in the quest to undo the curse. It’s always a pleasure to follow a mixed bag of characters in a novel. I found Katie very relatable as she has a habit of trying to extend her vocabulary. Asking her brothers and Dame Lobelia what words mean when she hears them in passing. It made me smile and not feel as silly, that it isn’t just me that does this. Hooray! I would love to chat to Dame Lobelia about Egypt over a cup of tea and cake. She definitely seems like my kind of person. I absolutely love it when I envision myself in the story and being friends with the characters. Just pure bliss.

‘One blackened, bony finger protruded where the bandages had come away. It seemed to point at her, accusingly.’

The imagery made my spine shiver and I found myself itching like Josh in certain parts. It was brilliant! I was captivated and scared for these characters as unspeakable creatures taunted them by throwing bookcases against the wall and trying to strangle them with clothes. This book danced with my imagination so much so that when I did fall asleep I had to have the light on for a bit. You know, just in case my clothes decided to try to smother me during the night. That combined with the eerie silence in the dead of night can really play on your mind. Is that the tap dripping? Where is that scratching coming from? Was that footsteps? My imagination runs away with itself hiding under the bed with snacks until morning so then I know I’m safe.

I give The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue By Susan Kassabian a Five out of Five paw rating.

If you too want to go on this spooky and haunting adventure, grab a copy here.

The fabulous people at Romo Press are giving my readers an exclusive offer. You are offered the chance to get your own copy of The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue FOR FREE! How awesome is that dear readers?! All you have to do is leave a review of Poems For Children on Amazon. Simple and a free book! What more could you ask for! Links below!

Poems for Children

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Susan Kassabian


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I am off to the library to uncover hidden tombs and ancient curses. Just hope I don’t accidentally release an evil spirit. I will be careful, I promise.

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Poems For Children By Susan Kassabian (Book Review)

The toasty summer’s breeze dances through my long untamed hair as I sit in the garden having a tea party with my beloved friends. Mum is in the kitchen cooking dinner, Dad is watching Gladiators on the telly and my Brother is up in his room playing computer games. I am happy and content as I pour Pink Panther some more tea and set about making another daisy chain. I open my eyes and see a tower of dirty laundry and dishes eagerly waiting for my expertise. Lovely! I am back to the present.

This week I am reviewing a book that took me back to my childhood. The fantastic people at Romo Press have sent me a copy of Poems For Children By Susan Kassabian. Thank you and as always much appreciated.

Kassabian is the author of the prize-winning children’s novel, The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue which I will also be reviewing soon on my blog. I am beyond excited as she is currently working on a sequel and a second book of poetry. Read till the end for an exclusive offer! A FREE BOOK!

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Poems For Children was just the breath of fresh air I needed. So often I get caught up in being an adult, paying bills, working, cleaning, an endless mundane list of stuff that needs to be done, unfortunately. But when I curled up on the sofa with my boys and we read Poems For Children, I was reminded what it was like to be young and carefree. Kassabian really captures the innocence and how small things are extremely important to a child like saving up for glitter crayons or being told a secret. Oh, they were the days weren’t they dear reader.

Kassabian writes the imagination of a child beautifully. They see the world so differently to adults, it’s a place of wonder and magic with adventure round every corner. Being an adult and growing up sucks really doesn’t it? We wake up one day and instead of having chocolate cereal for breakfast, we are faced with a glass of green liquified slop. Mmm Yum. That is why I love the use of imagery Kassabian employs. It reminded me that the child in me would not be seen dead eating anything that wasn’t coated in sugar before 8am.

I found myself asking, how is it that little things like bubbles or balloons would always turn a bad day into a good one when I was younger? Why doesn’t it have the same effect now? When I read May-Day Garden Fete I kept questioning when did it all stop? When did I stop having fun by simply throwing hoops to win a can of cola or having a go on the tombola? When did it get all so serious? It’s strange isn’t it. But I didn’t get the chance to think for too long as I had my eldest wanting to read more and then go for a kick about in the garden. Maybe that’s what the problem is. Thinking too much. Something all adults do to an extent that it should be an Olympic sport.

I really admire how poetry such as this can open my eyes and make me see beyond the black and white. To see the colour, the spark that life has to offer. How imaginative and interesting the world can be. In The Coat On The Door, the coat one minute looks like a ghost and then suddenly a witch. The same theme appears in The Mark on the Wall, are they claw marks or a creepy smile? It’s bliss to read and to know that life is what you make it. Sometimes we just need a child to remind us that.

Poems For Children appeals to children because it handles a lot of first experiences, for example death of a much-loved pet. Yet it still manages to keep it lighthearted, like the innocence of a child which fitted perfectly. In My Goldfish I had to have a little giggle at the last two lines as I could see my younger self thinking something similar.

I hope she doesn’t dig him up,
I wouldn’t like to feel
I’d gone to all that trouble just
To give a cat a meal!

It’s not only relatable to children but to adults aswell because they have those memories too. They can share with own children as they read along. These poems are all about life as a child and I was instantly transported back to my childhood, the excitement of going to a theme park, the morning rush to school, being left out of a party, wanting the same bag as your friend, tasteless school dinners with hidden grey hairs, being chosen to be Joseph One in your school’s Nativity play, just everything you can think of that is the PVA glue holding together your childhood.

My favourite poem has got to be The Night-Takers,

The Night-Takers

The Night-takers come in the deep of the night,
When darkness has gobbled up all of the light,
Through gaps in the floorboards and skirting they creep,
And make off with children who won’t go to sleep.

Those children who stay up at night eating sweets
And reading by torchlight snug under sheets,
When dark gathers round them they’d better beware
Lest the Night-takers carry them off to their lair.

They’d better make sure that their fingers and toes
Are safe under covers for everyone knows
That the Night-takers’ jaws have a terrible bite,
They’ll snap them right off if they’re not tucked in tight!

Those children who like to remain wide awake –
I hope they’re not easily scared for their sake,
That scratching they hear at their windows and doors
Just might be the sound of the Night-takers’ claws!


Child me would be hiding under the duvet, camped out with a torch, cookies and a good book in fear of being snatched away in the dead of night. I kept thinking of Roald Dahl as I read this poem. He never fails to make my spine shiver like in The Witches, and this poem did exactly that. I love it! Kassabian knows how to write for children and does an exceptionally good job seeing the world through their eyes. Colourful, intrigued and dangerous!

I give Poems For Children By Susan Kassabian a Five out of Five paw rating.


Thank you for reminding me so much of my childhood and how much creativity there still is in the world. I will now spend less time worrying about silly things like the washing up and instead will make more mud pies with my boys. To remember what it feels like to be a kid again and have some fun. I can’t thank you enough, I feel like my younger self has thrown a snowball dead centre at my face, shocking my system into remembering how much fun and innocent life can be.

See for yourself dear readers, grab a copy here and relive your childhood. I will be waiting in my den I made in the lounge and yes, you are invited to my tea party.

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The fabulous people at Romo Press are giving my readers an exclusive offer. You are offered the chance to get Susan Kassabian’s prize-winning novel, The Mummy Of Mulberry Avenue FOR FREE! How awesome is that dear readers?! All you have to do is leave a review of Poems For Children on Amazon. Simple and a free book! What more could you ask for! Click here to order yourself a copy.


The Mummy of Mulberry Avenue



Susan Kassabian




I am off to play Pooh sticks with my boys and then after hop to the corner shop for some penny sweets as we are having a feast in the garden with Batman and Spider-Man.


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The Woman Behind The Waterfall By Leonora Meriel (Book Review)

Do you remember what it was like to be a child? Imagine for a moment if you will dear reader how your seven-year old self used to view the world. Every tree was a new place to climb and nothing but sun, fresh air and fun took up your day. Life was so, so much more simple. We were innocent and young, with not a single care in the world. Well…except little things maybe, like how long would our daisy chains last before they slowly withered and died? However even then we managed to turn that into a positive. More of a reason to make more daisy chains and set up a shop in the front garden! How did we do that? It was so easy to put the world to rights. Our parents were our heroes and we wondered how could they be so brave and fearless. But what happens when their mask slowly starts to slip and children are exposed to the horrors and darkness of the world. The fairy tale crumbles away and children start to realise that there is no prince charming to save them, there is no happy ending. Is there?

I have a captivating book for you this week dear readers. One that speaks from a young and carefree heart slowly drowning in a cold black sea of despair.


Thank you to Leonora Meriel for sending me a copy of her book The Woman Behind The Waterfall. I was intrigued after reading her guest blog post which you can read here. A lot of the themes spoke to me and I do love a bit of magical realism. How can you not? It’s a snow globe of opportunity. All you have to do is take hold and be willing to shake things up a bit. Watch the chaos descend into pretty white calming snowflakes. Bliss.

Set against the gorgeous backdrop of western Ukraine, The Woman Behind the Waterfall tells the story of how one day seven-year old Angela sees her mother crying. Angela wonders why her mother is so sad and if can she help. Along with her nightspirit and grandmother, can Angela show her mother a way back to happiness? She soon uncovers untold family secrets but will she be quick enough to save her mother from an ill-fated end?


The strong themes presented in this book made me realise that I am not as alone as I once thought. Depression is a big taboo topic and is often swept under the rug. There is much more awareness of mental health nowadays, however people do tend to turn a blind eye and are unsure of how to handle the situation should it arise. When people see Lyuda, Angela’s mother they look away and pretend not to notice. It is clear she is struggling with depression and turns to alcohol for comfort yet no one is sure of how to address it. The odd few people help her out now and then but she is mostly left alone with only her thoughts to consume her. Which speaking from experience, is not good. Lyuda struggles to come to terms with the way her life has turned out. The heartache weighs on her heart every day and she can no longer see through the thick fog consuming and clogging her throat, slowly choking her to death on faded memories. She blames herself and her choices. It is so incredibly hard to pick yourself up out of this vicious circle. It becomes natural to you, like breathing. You no longer know how to function without thinking these things. I appreciate Meriel for getting Lyuda’s character spot on, making her real. The feelings she has, how she sees things are all relatable to anyone who has suffered with depression and even suicidal thoughts. I applauded it as it’s extremely raw and realistic. You no longer feel quite so alone, there are people out there who feel just like you do.

“Why did I not die that night? she thinks, shaking her head. It would have been so easy. It would have been like breathing in and breathing out again. Just breathing in and then disappearing with that last breath, that simple movement of air.”

The love the grandmother, daughter and granddaughter all had for one another made my heart hurt. Three generations of women all bound to one another, two struggling to see the joy in life while the other is fighting to bring them back and see the world through her innocent eyes. It reminded me how sometimes we need the younger generation to give us a slap to remind us that life is what we make of it. That there will be tough days but we are not alone. Not ever. We have the trees, the wind, the flowers, all around us is life. So we should just close our eyes, take a deep breath and go for it. Live our life with joy and happiness. We all have something to live for, ourselves. We own us that much.

“There is happiness all around, I tell her. It is in every flower. It is in every breath.”

It is such a pleasure to read a story that not only can I relate to but also feel a part of. The narrative switches from first person through the eyes of Angela, to third when looking back on Lyuda’s past memories. Normally I would find these sort of changes confusing or question not sticking to the one narrative style, however it fitted perfectly with the flow of the story. In true magical realism form I was being transported from person to animal to reader to person. Effectively executed as I felt like I was floating up out of my body and watching parts of the story take place from above.

“I will break the rope. I do not know how I will do this but I know it is what I must do. The river is flooding with the tears of my generations.”

I adore the use of imagery especially when it’s done well in writing. Meriel’s stole my breath away. I could feel the warm soft soil beneath my feet, smell the honey cake cooking in the kitchen mixed with the fumes of fresh white paint. I heard Angela laughing as she played in the garden and the sound of the river cascading gently in the distance. One of the many things I love about reading is immersing myself into the writer’s world. How I can tell if they have fully captivated me is if I feel a gentle breeze on my face because the character has stepped outside. It’s a rare thing to find these days in any new authors I discover, but congratulations Leonora Meriel, you have passed my test and are indeed a talented writer. *Raises glass*


I give The Woman Behind The Waterfall By Leonora Meriel, a Five out of Five paw rating.


I was gripped and overcome with emotion for the love these strong women had for each other. The burdens they bore alone for so many years broke me. Going to need a week to recover I think, lots of doughnuts and tea should do it!

A big thank you again to Leonora Meriel, your book had me in tears. Beautiful. Grab yourself a copy here. I plan on reading The Unity Game in the not too distant future too.


Check out the links below for more information on the author. Enjoy!

Leonora Meriel


Website :

Tweeter : @leonora_meriel


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The Bear Cub Bakers Boolino Book Review


Did someone say cake? Baking? Bears? Yep, you read that correctly dear reader. Bears baking! I have the most exquisite children’s book review for you today. Grab your aprons, wash your hands and get ready to do some baking. I totally give you full permission to lick the spoon. Let’s bake!


Thank you to the lovely people at Big Sunshine Books and Boolino for sending me a delicious copy of The Bear Cub Bakers By Caroline Baxter and illustrated By Kathi Ember. We loved loved, loveddddd Pilot Jane And The Runaway Plane By Baxter and illustrated by Izabela Ciesinska, so couldn’t wait to hop off on another adventure.

Deep in the forest is Miss Betsy Bear’s baking school where cubs come each spring to learn how to bake a number of mouth-watering treats. Spoons at the ready, it’s time to BAKE!!!

I am a big, big fan of anything to do with baking. One of my favourite things to do is bake and I love involving my boys. Trust me, it’s worth the extra mess to see how happy it makes them. (Flour in one’s hair is so in fashion these days anyway.) They enjoy exploring different textures, learning how to weigh ingredients and combining it all together to make a tasty treat. The Bear Cub Bakers introduces children to the joy that is baking with a delightful tale of six little bears baking up a tray full of yummyness (Should so be a word!) and at the end one special baker wins a great prize. A great way to encourage children to take part and get involved, showing them that hard work and determination pays off. With CAKE!


Baxter has a way with words and had made a truly gorgeous story. Her rhyming skills are a joy to read as it involves the reader in the story. You can’t help but smile as you read/sing along. The way she describes the noise in the kitchen and the smells got us drooling and by the end we were a pair of very hungry bears. Lucky there is a special Miss Betsy Bear recipe for Bear Buns at the back to satisfy your cravings. We fully enjoyed making them and of course devouring them. There wasn’t a single crumb left. We might have licked the plate clean. Might have.


The illustrations work perfectly with the story. The writing and pictures combined was a heavenly feast for our eyes. The detail is such a pleasure to see and has been thought out thoroughly. My boys really loved just looking at the pictures and pointing out the tiny details. We are now on the look out for our own bee egg timer.

If you are missing the Bake Off (I totally am!) then this book is perfect for you and your little cub. Literally think Bake Off but with Bears! Now, who wants some cake?

I give The Bear Cub Bakers a Five out of Five paw rating. Baking! Need I say more? Yum!

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Get your paws on a copy today, click here and before you know it you will be a master of buttercream frosting. Just think of all the wondrous things you will be cooking up and eating! Everyday can be a tea party.


Don’t forget to also check out Piolt Jane And The Runaway Plane By Caroline Baxter. Another little treat that you will both love. Click here to grab a copy and jet off on an adventure to new horizons with friends today!


Before you go, also check out Big Sunshine Books and Boolino. Books, books and more books to your heart’s content. Let’s keep on promoting reading from a young age, making it fun and enjoyable. So many stories and characters to meet. It makes me happy to see my boys so involved in their reading. Bookworms and proud! So, so ridiculously happy.






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The Dreaming Key : A Story Of Poetry By Jordan Toney Review

Have you ever wondered what your dreams mean? Why do we dream? How does our body shut down to recharge but our mind can escape to new worlds twined with parallel universes with the odd sensation of day-to-day life thrown in randomly? How is that possible? We are asleep but a small part of us is conscious. It’s fascinating. Dust off your dreamcatcher dear readers and let’s explore the mystery that has baffled brains for centuries. Dreams.


A big shout out to the dream weaver himself, Jordan Toney for sending me a copy of The Dreaming Key : A Story Of Poetry. I was excited to take another moonlight dip, swan-diving again off the top of a cliff into the creativity abyss. As I have said before in my previous reviews of this author, it’s extremely difficult to discover a true craftsman these days who takes pride in their work. So rare! I have a very strong feeling that if you were to cut Toney (I’m totally against violence of course, I can’t bring myself to squash a bug!) he would bleed ink and his words would naturally flow out onto the page and proceed to start waltzing with one another. It’s hypnotising to read, a real struggle to tear yourself away. Much like a child who has discovered a kaleidoscope for the first time. So, so pretty and shiny.


The Dreaming Key : A Story Of Poetry tells of a wizard who must perfect the Dreaming Key otherwise the whole kingdom will be troubled with nightmares. One day a man goes to the wizard and tells him that the kingdom is in ruins and plagued by nightmares as the spells and wards that once protected them have ceased. The wizard gives him a clear crystal locket which when turned, causes the whole kingdom to be shrouded in sleep. There will come a time when it will be broken as nothing can last forever. The poems in the book are of the kingdom’s dreams. To be trapped in your dreams would be heaven yet your own personal nightmare. Never should the two entwine otherwise you would struggle to discern reality from the dream.

‘But even nightmares cannot be held back forever.’

Toney is fascinated with dreams. Some of the poems in this book are dreams he has had while others are invented. The reader has an open invitation to take a stroll amongst his dreams, to witness his fears and passions. He is letting it go, letting it be free for all to see. (hehe I did a little rhyme!) Toney wants the reader to truly feel something. As he points out in his introduction, they have all the power. Are we scared of our dreams? Why? Do they reveal the true face of what is holding us back in life? We as humans want to be noticed, loved, happy and free. Our dreams show us our desires and at the same time our own hell. It’s only natural that we want to feel something. It’s human nature yet we suppress it as it doesn’t fit into society’s law. It is through poetry, literature, any form of art that we can truly escape. Toney reminds the reader that its ok to feel scared or alone. Just feel something, express it and don’t hold back. Take something from it away with you, nurture it, love it, let it grow and see how remarkable life can be.

‘Let me spread my emotions around,
Like pebbles mixed into the sand
And watch as I form the tapestry
Of poetry in motion.’

Poetry isn’t just about rhyming couplets, haikus and repetition of words for dramatic effect. It’s about so, so much more that often goes unappreciated with today’s modern society. Toney is passionate about what he does and hopefully that will in turn transpose onto the reader who will open their eyes and admire poetry for the inspirational language that it is. It’s like the pineapple on a cocktail stick at parties. People tend to avoid it if possible and go straight for the sausages and crisps. It’s a rare taste that only a number of people enjoy. You either love it or hate it. However I hope in today’s society that this black and white view can be overcome and expanded upon. I can dream.

‘If you chose to see the unseen,
And hear the unheard,
Would it seem so strange
To witness the mushrooms bloom?’

I have a few favourites in this book, it was difficult to pick just one. In Then There Were Dragons, I was flying through the skies on their backs and looking at the world below. Plus DRAGONS! I love dragons! I could really relate to A World In My Mind. As writer I want to note down constantly my thoughts and feelings about the places I visit, my experiences, just everyday life. The art of writing is that the whole world is our canvas. Never in short supply of imagination. It’s torture yet utter bliss. Dragon And Owl made me ugly sob. My heart melted into a big gooey puddle with all the emotions for the love their friendship shared. Just thinking about it is starting me off again, I need a tissue.

‘The owl knew deep down,
That yes one day she’d die.’

By the end you have a load of questions brewing around in your brain. Is it possible to communicate with each other through our dreams? Have we all met each other in our dreams and are great friends but just don’t know it? Is that why we get that feeling of deja vu? So many possibilities. I love it!

‘And though I may drift upon dreams, I am yet made of something
more real than the simplest imagination.’

I give The Dreaming Key : A Story Of Poetry a Five out of Five paw rating.

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I was left feeling connected and not so alone. Always a good feeling to realise that, “Oh I’m not quite so mad after all”. Also Hope. Hope that in this crazy world we live in, that there is still some humanity left and we can live out our lives in peace while taking pleasure in the arts of the world. It’s a delightful little read and allows you to escape the noise that is currently happening around us and to just sit back and indulge in some fresh air of the poetry world. Beautiful.


Grab yourself a copy here and enjoy some breathtaking poetry that is a dream to read. See what I did there. Bad pun I know, but I had to! Also don’t forget to check out Jordan Toney’s other books, Ellipsis: Poems Of Disasters and Pause/Silence/Laughter: And Other Plays, just click on the titles to find your next exciting new read.


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