Bøger af Gary Crew

'I lived many lives beneath that piano ... I heard ten thousand stories in that space. there I was privileged to observe, to gather - and not only gather, to concentrate within myself - so much that is usually denied a child of my age. As a result, I have, you might say, grown.' So says Augustus trump - a dwarf destined to be a circus freak. Cursed by nature as he is, Augustus is nevertheless blessed with a determination to survive, and more than survive, to grow. this growth, both in stature and in spirit, is brought about by a second blessing - his divine voice: an instrument so sublime that even the stars pay heed. Because no-one knows better the agonies, the violence and the love that inform the poetic than Augustus trump: dwarf, protege, man. tHE ARCHItECtURE OF SONG is a truly magical, unique novel of beauty, imagination and song, with a cast of dark, surprising characters who will enchant and delight you, just as the songs of Augustus trump enchant and transform them.

The sequel to the bestselling and award-winning picture book The Watertower.

What does a teenage boy do when he has no friends? When everyone who knows him sneers. When he is laughed at to his face?The answer is simple.That boy chooses his own path. That boy makes his own way in life. That boy grows stronger.He finds his secret place and there - alone, in the dark - he grows even stronger.Ben Gardner is such a boy. Ben Gardner could be you...

A new release of an Australian classic, this 1995 CBCA award-winning graphic picture book by Gary Crew and Steven Woolman is an atmospheric and thought-provoking exploration of rural life and the impact of technology.

The use of a Viewmaster-like object found while scavenging at the dump results in teenaged Tristan seeing surprising images and leads to unforeseen consequences.

20th Anniversary Edition. Selected School Library Journal Best Book of the Year. Winner of the Australian Children's Picture Book of the Year Award. Nobody in Preston could remember when the watertower was built, or who had built it, but there it stood on Shooter's Hillits iron legs rusted, its egg-shaped tank warped and leakingcasting a long dark shadow across the valley, across Preston itself.

Gary Crew at his fantastical best!