The last time ten-year-old Livy visited her grandma in Australia, she was five, and she doesn’t really remember anything about it.  Not Rufus, the green stuffed elephant she apparently carried everywhere, not the black chess pieces that also went everywhere with her, not the horses, and not the pigs.  What she does remember is something about chickens.  And bumping down the stairs.  Until she opens the closet door to her bedroom and finds Bob, who is more than a little disgruntled at being left in a closet for five years.

Bob isn’t a horse, or a pig, or even a chicken, even though he’s wearing a chicken suit made for him by five-year-old Livy.  And he’s not a zombie, even though he thinks he might be one (until he and Livy look up ‘zombie’ in the dictionary and are both thoroughly grossed out).  He’s short and green and has a unibrow and a smile that takes up his whole head.  Bob isn’t actually sure what he is, but he is sure that Livy was helping him figure it out before she left.  And he’s sure that if they can figure it out, together, then they’ll be able to find a way for him to go home, wherever that may be.

So begins Livy and Bob’s story of self-discovery and rediscovered friendship, from closet  to chicken coop to Gran’s well and into town, out to the neighboring farm and even an adventure in the bush.  Told in Livy and Bob’s alternate voices, this magical little gem of a novel about friendship and family will touch your heart – and make you smile with your whole head.  Make sure you add Bob to your reading pile this summer!