Ever since his mum started chemotherapy treatments, Conor has had the same nightmare, with the same monster. He tells no one because he’s thirteen and monsters are for babies and bedwetters and “Conor”, a voice said. What does the voice want? Does it belong to the monster? To learn how Conor responds, read this beautifully illustrated book about grief and loss and love and hope.
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