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|author=Quentin Blake
|title=Tell me a Picture - Adventures in Looking at Art
|rating=4.5
|genre=Children's Non-Fiction
|summary=When did you last read a children's book that absolutely flummoxed you in the way it showed or told you something you didn't know? (And please be an adult when you answer that, or else it won't be quite so impressive.) Back in 2001, Quentin Blake wasn't a Knight yet – he hadn't even got his CBE – but he did get allowed to put on his own show at the National Gallery, with other people's pictures that contain oddities, stories, unexpected detail – sparks on canvas and paper that would inspire anyone looking, of whatever age, to piece things together, work things out, ''form a narrative''. The pictures came with no major labelling, no context – just what they held, and some typically scratched Blake characters discussing the images as a lead-in. They were simply hung in alphabetical order, and probably could not have been more different. This then is a picture book of the most literal kind, with 26 stories.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1847806422</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=Danielle Wright (editor) and Mique Moriuchi (illustrator)
''The Age of Miracles'' was one of those much-talked about books that I never got the time to read on its first go around. I'm not sure how I managed that, but I did. Anyway, it got debut author Thompson Walker a seven figure deal after a bidding war and it has dystopian themes, so it is right up my alley and not the sort of thing I'd usually miss. And so, I was happy that Simon & Schuster decided to reissue it for a YA market and even happier that they decided to send me a copy.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1471124851</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=Gary Kurylo
|title=The Seventh Simian
|rating=3.5
|genre=General Fiction
|summary=Edith has lived alone for many years and she has become irascible and rather anti-social. She avoids even going into the nearby village to do her shopping and the only human being she sees with any regularity is the local shopkeeper who makes grocery deliveries to her and makes an art form of palming off the strange old lady with overpriced, underweight goods. If it weren't for her cat, Edith would have no companionship at all.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>B00Q4SETM2</amazonuk>
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