I bought this book on the strength of one poem spike read on "an audience with......" on ITV. It managed to shut Rolf Harris up for a bit so u can imagine its brilliance, it went like so: This evening in the twilights gloom, A Butterfly flew in my room, Oh what beauty, Oh what grace, Who needs visitors from outer space?
To my complete satisfaction the rest of the book was in a similarly superb, and digestable vein. Some of the poems written for his daughter are awe inspiring, and in such stark contrast to some of the deeply black peaces earlier in the book it comes as quite a shock.
Dont be put off by its flimsy appearence, this book will be the best £5 you've ever spent.