Synopses & Reviews
Polly is a real estate solicitor. She is also losing her mind. Someone keeps drinking her coffee. And talking to her clients. And doing her job. And when she goes to the dry cleaner's to pick up her dress for the party, it's not there. Not the dress — the dry cleaner's.
And then there are the chickens who think they are people. Something strange is definitely going on — and it's going to take more than a magical ring to sort it out.
From one of the funniest voices in comic fiction today comes a hilarious tale of pigs and parallel worlds.
"Wacky humor bubbles through the polished narrative....Holt doesn't skimp on the flashes of brilliance." SFX
"Uniquely twisted...cracking gags." The Guardian (UK)
"Frantically wacky and willfully confusing...gratifyingly clever and very amusing." Mail on Sunday
About the Author
Tom Holt was born in London in 1961. At Oxford he studied bar billiards, ancient Greek agriculture and the care and feeding of small, temperamental Japanese motorcycle engines; interests which led him, perhaps inevitably, to qualify as a solicitor and emigrate to Somerset, where he specialized in death and taxes for seven years before going straight in 1995. Now a full-time writer, he lives in Chard, Somerset, with his wife, one daughter and the unmistakable scent of blood, wafting in on the breeze from the local meat-packing plant.