One of my all-time favourite books. In common with many of her contemporaries Jo Shapcott is interested in Ovidian shape-shifting, inhabiting the skins of creatures as various as quarks, goats, Greek goddesses and film stars. What sets this book galloping ahead of the field is its manic vitality, its passion and unflinching truthfulness - poems like 'Phrase Book', 'Professional Mourner', 'A Letter to Dennis' and the rightly celebrated Mad Cow sequence (and I could go on) have to be read to be believed. Shapcott's speakers bounce, raspberry and hug their way through a universe eroticized at both the micro and galactic level. 'Go on then, darling, without me' the teasing first poem's speaker whispers to her published volume, 'and be very, very good.' No need to worry there: here is a book to be fanatical about.