Meal One

A book for all eccentrics. An eccentric story of a boy and his mum and the plum tree that grows through his bed with its roots in the kitchen eating the breakfast. Eccentric pictures, with Helen Oxenbury at her most flamboyant, match the text beautifully and are worth the price of the book on their own. A fair amount of sophistication needed for this one. I think; the language is complex because rather florid and unexpected, and the playing with time which ends the book needs some concept of time, cause and effect, but it is very rewarding with a refreshing sideways look at all sorts of everyday things.