We’ve all lost ourselves in a book. Ed lost himself. A boy in the bookcase is a story of growing, learning, earning and dreaming. Is there a difference between being lost in a book and finding yourself in a bookcase. The book hasn’t been written yet. The cover maybe blank but we all have to start somewhere, we write our own paths, we write our own dreams. Sometimes life doesn’t have a delete key, we cant cut and paste what we say in haste, unless of course its been written before.
‘Fully fictionalised real life, in the reality TV culture we live in its sometimes hard to vote yourself off.’