Name: Tender: 100 poems for the first 100 days of life
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Author: Harry Baker
ISBN: 9781837264636

portada Tender: 100 poems for the first 100 days of life

Tender: 100 poems for the first 100 days of life

Formato

Libro Físico

Editorial

Canongate Books

Autor

Harry Baker

Año

2026

N° páginas

176

Encuadernación

Tapa Dura

Dimensiones

20.40 x 13.50 cm

ISBN13

9781837264636

Tender: 100 poems for the first 100 days of life

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'I was moved to tears and then laughing in seconds' DAVINA McCALL
'An exquisite, funny look into the life and love of a new dad' HOLLIE McNISH
'A gorgeous new book from the wordsmith of warmth' MICHAEL MULLEN
'Capture[s] the wonder, joy and trepidation of being a new parent wonderfully' JOHN BISHOP

Tender is the hilarious and heart-warming new collection from World Poetry Slam Champion Harry Baker, which sees him turn his attention to the topic of fatherhood for the first time.

It captures all the tiny, fragile, perfect moments of new life and, with it, new parenthood. Full of sleepless wonder and with his characteristic wit and warmth, Harry Baker offers snapshots into the intense first 100 days with his son as they get to know each other.

A yawn from a tiny pink mouth, a kind word from a stranger on a difficult day, the weight of a body sleeping against your chest - parents will recognise both themselves and their children in Tender and find consolation in this collection.

'Made me simultaneously broody and deeply relieved to sleep through the night' GEORGIE JONES
'A book that makes me feel really proud to be a dad and slightly smug that I read poetry' IAIN STIRLING