Monster Island
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First off, letâs get one thing clear. Monsters under the bed are real.
Let me repeat.
MONSTERS UNDER THE BED ARE REAL...
Eleven-year-old Sam has been shipped off from her city home to the wild and windy Draymur Isle, where she lives in an old lighthouse with Granddad and his mischievous goat, Myrtle.
Not all is as it seems on Draymur Island, and Granddad keeps telling Sam to put jam on her feet before bedtime to keep the monsters away. Sam thinks he might be bonkers, but then she wakes to hear an odd squelching sound coming from under the bed...
Is it just Myrtle eating another one of Samâs socks? Or are Granddadâs tales of mysterious monsters on the island true? Better get the jam, just in case!
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Freddie Alexander lives in Dublin with his wife, his son and, he suspects, a large family of mice. Freddie rarely eats spice bags these days, although the same assurances cannot be given for the mice who come and go as they please. Mr Spicebag is his first book.
