Author(s): Pseudonymous Bosch
This title is incredibly bad. It does not contain magic. Or a strange ghost girl. Or spontaneous combustion. Or Spanish-speaking llamas. It's just an ordinary tale of a boy going to summer camp on a desert island. Nothing exciting or weird happens and there are no secrets or mysteries at all. Or maybe there are. You'd better read it to find out.
'The perfidious and puzzling Pseudonymous Bosch is on top form in this stupendously surreal and marvellously mysterious adventure. Throw in a ghost girl, spontaneous combustion, a nod at J.M.Barrie's Peter Pan and the great William Shakespeare, plus some devilishly good plotting, and you have the funniest and craziest reading experience this side of Neverland' - Lancashire Evening Post
Pseudonymous Bosch is a pseudonym, or as he would prefer to call it (because he is very pretentious), a nom de plume. Unfortunately, for reasons he cannot disclose, but which should be obvious to anyone foolhardy enough to read his books, he cannot tell you his real name. But he admits he has a deep-seated fear of mayonnaise.