A really funny, odd, charming book. There are brilliant comic monologue on pies, old-fashioned haircuts and cucumbers - some of my favourite poems of recent years. There's also a series of unsettling family history poems which evoke place and history in a way I can't quite fathom but really like. Rowland's poetry has a distinct geographical flavour (Yorkshire and Manchester) without being all ee by gum, and a distinct style too - somewhere on the border between mainstream and innovative. Everyone I know who's read the book raves about it - and rightly so.