Children's books are always a joy: as treasures coming at Christmas when ten years old, as presents for younger family members as one grows older, and then as things to collect, as examples of fine book production - and also, I find, as reading matter last thing at night before sleep intervenes, The Wickedest Witch, by Martin Howard my current enjoyment.

Editorial.

I am one of those people who are lucky enough to be able to deal legally in the drug on which they are hooked.

Confessions of a drug pusher & addict.