My entire day reads like the blurb at the end of a severely stultifying novel.

After a long and dreary day in school several galaxies away, Samuel returns home after being caught in the lashing rain. Looking forward to seeing his grandmother after her week in hospital and spending an evening cooking up a storm in the kitchen, he enters the front door only to find everyone too busy with everything else to really notice his arrival from the distant lands. Before he knows it, he is caught up in a frantic whirlwind of wheelchair-pushing, cold food-eating, washbasin-unclogging, sick sister-waiting, plumber-calling, surprise visitor-welcoming, unrealised expections-angsting, Microsoft Word-debugging, clashing events-rescheduling, last minute gift-making, sudden realisation of homework-panicking, JC system-demystifying, and tension headache-treating!

But what did this all really mean? And why would he care anyway? The truth is far more complicated than he could ever imagine.

"BRILLIANT... unlike any other novel in this or other years." — Boston Sunday Globe

"EXTRAORDINARY... read it for yourself" — Newsweek