And locking herself in the toilet and bursting in tears at the drop of a hat. Tidying up the mess before there’s a mess. It would also come under the letter B for Breast, but not Mum knows best because she’s being acting very strangely. The structure of the book is before the but-with the usual school-boy concerns, homework and hanging out with his best friend Ang, being bullied by the Yeti, getting his specs broken, being in love with the ‘Goddess’ Lucy and getting detention, even though it wasn’t his fault-and after the but. I knew she could never ‘unhave’ cancer, but…’ Jokes don’t have to be funny, but that doesn’t stop you being very trying. ‘Apparently one in three people get cancer,’ Philip Wright, the thirteen-year old narrator tells the reader. ‘She did have a bit of fear…’ she’s talking about her Granny, not her Auntie Eleanor, but the story is familiar, the same one. I can hear my partner, Mary, yakking on the phone downstairs, talking to her Auntie Mary about another Auntie- Eleanor who is dying.
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