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The early years of poet P.J. Kavanagh's life - which took him from a Butlin's Holiday Camp to Switzerland and Paris, to a battlefield in Korea, to Oxford and Barcelona, and finally to Java - made little sense to him, until 'something extraordinary happened' his meeting with Sally, 'the perfect stranger'.

This tender, funny and quite unsentimental record of the uniqueness of human love is as much a celebration of joy - despite its abrupt and shocking conclusion - as it is a poet's tribute of thanks.

Imagine the things you most wish you could do: the adventures, the encounters, the indulgences.
Imagine someone who can do things the way you dream of doing them.
Now imagine that person sending you those experiences, recreating them inside your mind so you live every sensation more vividly than anything in the rest of your life; no effort, no risk, no weight gain - just each and every moment, happening to you.

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The book seeks to tell a very truthful story of my own life as a boy and up to the age of 16 years old, this is only part one of a two part book, the second part tells of my life from the age of 18 to the present day.

I am the Author of the book and tell much of what happened in my life as a boy, some of you may find hard to believe but all can be verified, I grew up in Leeds West Yorkshire, but not all my life was here, I also spent time in London from the age of 15, until reaching the age of 16 when I went back to Leeds, I worked as an 18 year old in London on building sites at 15...

The early years of poet P.J. Kavanagh's life - which took him from a Butlin's Holiday Camp to Switzerland and Paris, to a battlefield in Korea, to Oxford and Barcelona, and finally to Java - made little sense to him, until 'something extraordinary happened' his meeting with Sally, 'the perfect stranger'.

This tender, funny and quite unsentimental record of the uniqueness of human love is as much a celebration of joy - despite its abrupt and shocking conclusion - as it is a poet's tribute of thanks.