Pym’s Day trudges and tramples, shoves and pushes, pesters and hassles. The Day hangs heavy on Pym's shoulders, like a sack he has to drag around with him everywhere. You have to make friends with your Day, says Grandma. You get the Day you deserve, says Mum. Smile at the Day and the Day will smile back, says Dad. But that’s easy for them to say, Pym thinks, because nobody knows how exhausting Pym’s Day is; only somebody who knows the Day can know that.
Together, Pym and the Day tumble down into a place where nobody can hear them. And perhaps you need to fall into the very deepest of deep depths to work up the courage to whisper ‘Help me’.
The Day is a dark, intense and poetic tale of childhood depression – a powerful picture book about how dark things can get when The Day demands too much of you.
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