A novel about stripping off layers of prejudice and lies, about the possibility of redemption, and laying bare the truth. It is also about coming to terms with the past, and about the fantasies people construct in order to protect their fragile inner selves.
Many horses will, at some point during their lives, suffer hoof problems which, in extreme cases, can cause permanent lameness. So why should oustandingly healthy, hardworking feet be a relative rarity? Performance Hoof, Performance Horse explores the idea that, given the right conditions, healthy hooves are not difficult to maintain and neither do they need much in the way of human intervention, and that the unshod or 'barefoot' horse can be tough, strong and sure-footed. The book offers practical advice on how best to work with a horse with compromised feet in terms of nutrition, surfaces and exercise in order to restore its hooves to optimum condition.
Explores the issues surrounding barefoot horses in the UK and looks in detail
at how to improve overall hoof health, in both shod and barefoot horses. This
book offers a practical, hands-on advice on achieving barefoot performance in
a variety of disciplines - from eventing and hunting to endurance.
In 'Love Your Enemies', Nicola Barker's unconventional short stories offer a loving portrayal of the beautiful, grotesque, and bizarre aspects of overlooked suburban Britons' lives.
Shortlisted for the 2007 Man Booker Prize, an epic novel of startling
originality which confirms Nicola Barker as one of Britain's most exciting
literary talents.
Hilarious, poignant and frequently surreal, Small Holdings is a is a comedy of
errors from a neglected corner of everyday life by the brilliantly
unconventional Nicola Barker.
Five Miles from Outer Hope is an instant classic of teenage self-discovery in the tradition of Absolute Beginners and The Catcher in the Rye. It's the summer of 1981. You're stuck in a semi-derelict art-deco hotel on a tiny island off the South coast of Devon. You're sixteen years old and six foot three inches tall. You're a girl giant. You have a clitoris the size of a Jersey Royal. Your nipples are digging like blind moles through the holes in your crocheted waistcoat. There's nothing to do but paint Margaret Thatcher mugs to supplement the meagre family income, wait for Soft Cell's 'Tainted Love' to come out and dream of literary murderer Jack Henry Abbott. Until a ginger stranger arrives, stinking of antiseptic . . .