this impressive debut has established Hera Lindsay Bird as a good girl......with many beneficial thoughts and feelings......

Bird turns her prescient eye on love and loss, and what emerges is like a bejewelled Christmas sleigh, gliding triumphantly through the contemporary aesthetic desert.........heart-breaking and charged with trees......without once sacrificing the forest........

whether you are masturbating luxuriously in your parents' sleepout..........or pushing a pork roast home in a vintage pram.........this is the book for you........heroically and compulsively stupid.................................whipping you once again into medieval sunlight.

'Without doubt the most arresting and original new young poet, on the page and in performance' - Carol Ann Duffy