If you have ever played secretly and subversively with language, resigned yourself to a path, or wept for no reason at all, then you'll see something in Mr Polly. A cutting, caustic, sad and tender novel.
If you have ever played secretly and subversively with language, resigned yourself to a path, or wept for no reason at all, then you'll see something in Mr Polly. A cutting, caustic, sad and tender novel.
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