There's a Bug on My Arm that Won't Let Go — David Mackintosh

What do you do when a bug just won't buzz off?! A beautiful new picture book about sticking up for your friends, from the author/illustrator of Marshall Armstrong is New to Our School.

When a little bug looks for safety on a little girl's arm and won't let go, she moves from annoyance to affection in this stylishly atmospheric and quietly unforgettable tale from the author of ‘Marshall Armstrong is New to Our School' and ‘The Frank Show'.

A modern-day fable about being a friend and the contentment that can come your way when you choose to be kind makes this an important book for today's new generation. Perfect anyone who's ever needed a friend, and for boys and girls ages four and up.

Reviews

Praise for THERE'S A BUG ON MY ARM:

“Similar to his previous work, this David Mackintosh book is witty and sharp with a distinctive style” BookTrust

“Uniquely and wonderfully unsettled illustrations, which enhance this relatable story for kids”

Praise for WHAT'S UP MUMU?:

“David Mackintosh is one of my favourite author/illustrators, and he is hitting a new peak with this book. It's stunningly beautiful and simple.” �" Oliver Jeffers

Praise for THE FRANK SHOW:

“The story delivers a positive message with subversive wit and charm” �" The Irish Times

“Mackintosh's anarchic illustrations are hilarious but there's a serious point about how much the older generation has to offer children, including loads of fun.” �" The Herald

Praise for MARSHALL ARMSTRONG IS NEW TO OUR SCHOOL:

“Utterly unpredictable from one page to the next, this is a seriously funny book.” �" The Independent on Sunday

“I think this book is fantastic because I can read it myself and I love the pictures and the way it looks. The story is really, really good and fantastic because it's strange and weird.” �" child's review on the Guardian's children's book site.

About the author

David Mackintosh draws a lot when he's on his own. In fact, all the pictures in this book were done that way, except once when a boll weevil walked across his desk as if it owned the place. As a student he lived in a house with the bathtub in the backyard, and on summer nights slept with the windows open, listening to mosquitos on the ceiling.