I will admit to not being a very regular poetry reader, and it is somewhat difficult for me to find poetry that really grabs me. This is one collection that manages to do just that, and being from Carlisle (as is the author) I recognise many of the places described or referred to, and the poems really hauntingly bring the places to mind. There is something of the ghostliness of childhood remembered. I have also had the pleasure of hearing Jacob read in person and that was a really lovely and moving event. I especially recommend 'Brew', which is so lovely, moving and also very cleverly done. Please excuse my abysmally unpoetic language in commenting on this work of art!!