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|author=Michael Brown
|title=The Mock Olympian
|rating=4
|genre=Sport
|summary=It started with an idle conversation just before the 2012 London Olympics: Michael Long's friend Sarah gave him a book as part of his birthday present. It was ''Time Out's'' guide to the history of the Olympics and it covered each of the summer Olympics in chronological order from the inaugural games in Athens in 1896. Sarah's boyfriend James commented that with all the running Michael did, he'd probably have run in most of the Olympic cities. Although Long had done a goodly number of runs, bike rides and triathlons he'd only competed in two of the twenty three cities - London and Athens. Now most of us would have left it at that, but that's not the Michael Long you're going to come to know and love. He saw it as a ''challenge'' and what's more he blogged about it and then wrote this book.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1524662887</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=Felicity Trotman (editor)
|summary= In this somewhat ironic interactive board book, Baby Bear is trying to sleep but other animals around him keep making a noise. I say ironic because this would otherwise be a perfect bedtime story, but because it's a ''press and listen'' book with sound effects on every page, it's far too much fun and more likely to get them engaged and playing than carefully drifting off to slumber.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1784936626</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author= Karen Jennings
|title= Travels With My Father
|rating= 4
|genre= General Fiction
|summary= Despite the coda, this does not feel like ''an autobiographical novel''. I am not sure why Jennings felt the need to couch it in those terms unless there is much in the structure that is fiction. I'm hoping there isn't. I am hoping that the fiction is purely that conceit that this pretends to be a novel. If that was necessary to get it published, then I'll applaud the subterfuge, because this is writing that needs to be read. It is – if as true as I want it to be – a delicate reminiscence: a daughter's ''in memoriam'' to a father she loved, worshipped, idealised, cared-for, lived with, and yes (in true daughterly fashion) at times, hated. A father who was, therefore, a good dad.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1907320695</amazonuk>
}}