Who's that scratching at the door? Is it a naughty red monkey? A tall orange giraffe? Maybe it's a scary yellow lion...A menagerie of colorful animals come knocking on a little boy's door but none makes a suitable playmate--the blue birds are just too noisy, the white mouse is just too tiny--until a sniffy, licky, cuddly puppy appears. Following the success of Do Crocodiles Moo? and Are Chicken Stripy?, Amanda Leslie has created another bright and bold book that doubles as a riotous question-and-answer game. Colors, animal names, simple adjectives, and lots of animal noises add to the fun this book, which children will revisit again and again.

A cold and snowy night brings together strange bedfellows, as a hare, fox, bear, and hunter all share the same hut.

"Extraordinary"--THE NEW YORKER In the formally innovative tradition of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers and Ducks, Newburyport comes a dazzlingly original, shot-in-the-arm of a debut that reveals a young woman's every thought over the course of one deceptively ordinary day. She wakes up, goes to work. Watches the clock and checks her phone. But underneath this monotony there's something else going on: something under her skin. Relayed in interweaving columns that chart the feedback loop of memory, the senses, and modern distractions with wit and precision, our narrator becomes increasingly anxious as the day moves on: Is she overusing the heart emoji? Isn't drinking eight glasses of water a day supposed to fix everything? Why is the etiquette of the women's bathroom so fraught? How does she define rape? And why can't she stop scratching? Fiercely moving and slyly profound, little scratch is a defiantly playful look at how our minds function in--and survive--the darkest moments.

To those so inclined, my long association with the great Sherlock Holmes, may appear at first blush, an incredible journey through life. Valiant knights on a quest to rid the world of evil doers, with the occasional, slaying of a dragon along the way. Truly, a romantic's ideal. After all, what child hasn't dreamt of curing the world's ills and ridding the populace of its criminal element? True, rooming with one of the most remarkable minds of our time, afforded me the privilege of chronicling many of our exciting adventures, but as many of my readers are well aware, Holmes was often churlish and disagreeable when there were no cases to challenge his keen mind. As Holmes would self-pityingly put it, it was during a particularly, cruel and spiteful lull in London's crime rate that I reluctantly, found myself returning to the flat at Baker Street, after completing my consultation at Royal Bethlam Hospital on St. George's Road. As a doctor of medicine, it is normally not my wont or habit to administer to the health and welfare of lunatics, but a colleague was in a quandary, regarding a particular patient and he sought my opinion as to the poor soul's physical, well being. With much trepidation, I allowed myself to be cajoled into paying a visit to Bedlam. So it was that I, upon returning to Baker Street in an already sour mood; caused no doubt, by the deplorable conditions of Bethlam Hospital, that I had little patience with Holmes's, petulant and mean spirited, disposition. Entering the flat, I had no other desire than to scrub the foul stench and oppressive mood off me, and I hung my coat on the back of the door. Holmes lay sprawled on the sofa, browsing the papers, and from the mess of discarded pages scattered about the room, it was obvious that he did not find anything to his liking. Turning his head in my direction, his angry expression, confirmed my fears. "Ah Watson," he remarked sarcastically, swinging upright and tossing the remaining papers in the air. "I trust you had an enjoyable outing?" "Not now, Holmes! I'm in no mood to..." Ignoring my words entirely, Holmes continued to rant on. "Has the Queen offered a proclamation, placing all of London's criminals on holiday? There's not one hint of scandal or conspiracy brewing in any of these rags!" In a fit of tantrum, he punted the newspapers in the air, scattering the fluttering, sheets about the room. "My God Holmes, must you?" Again, ignoring my pleadings, he went on...

Ideal for use in the Literacy Hour, a LARGE FORMAT version of a split-page story in which the three pigs try to outwit the big bad wolf who appears at their door in a number of disguises. Illustrated in colour throughout.

Anna wants to loosen the reins on her London-based PR company to spend more quiet time at home in sunny Mallorca with her family. But things don't work out quite as planned.Amid ant and wasp infestations in the finca, she insists their menagerie of animals, including her new cattery, will only be complete with donkeys. Meanwhile she befriends an elderly Mallorcan poet, whose letters from his sweetheart during the Spanish Civil War waft into her garden, unveiling a poignant story of bravery and sacrifice.In between all this she organises a Mad Hatter's Tea Party and survives a night in a haunted mansion. Brimming with hilarious and loveable characters, Donkeys on my Doorstep is a charming slice of the good life in rural Spain.

Already A Name In The World Of Science Fiction And Fantasy Writing, Vandana Singh Brings Her Unique Imagination To A Wider Audience With Her First Collection Of Stories. In The Title Story, A Woman Tells Her Husband Of Her Curious Discovery: That She Is Inhabited By Small Alien Creatures. In Another, A Young Girl, Making Her Way To College Through The Streets Of Delhi Comes Across A Mysterious Tetrahedron: Is It A Spaceship? Or A Secret Weapon? Each Story In This Fabulous Collection Opens Up New Vistas &Mdash; From Outer Space To The Inner World&Mdash;And Takes The Reader On An Incredible Journey To Both. The Book Also Includes The Author&Rsquo;S Own Critical Essay On The Future And Importance Of Speculative Fiction As A Genre.