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The Something by Rebecca Cobb

The Something

This is another lovely picture book about the joy of using your imagination.


There is a hole in the garden, underneath the tree. What’s down the hole is the subject of much speculation, with guesses ranging from frogs to a dragon.


The illustrations are wonderful; I love Rebecca Cobb’s style. It feels so relaxed and friendly and the colours are soft. All in all they just make my eyes happy (even though my photos don't do them justice at all).

I liked the family in the story, all of whom have their own ideas of what is hidden down that hole - including grandparents and the dog. The main character also has a diverse group of friends, who feature in a lovely page showing the children and their theories about what lurks under their feet.


I definitely seem to prefer picture books with more pictures and fewer words, and the balance here is just right for me. Like The Wonder, the story is told simply but is full of ideas. Also like The Wonder it will find a permanent home on my bookshelves.

The Something is published by Macmillan and is available in hardback. I bought mine from Foyles.

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