If Joe and Vicky had known what relocating to a tiny mountain village in Andalucía would REALLY be like, they might have hesitated...
They have no idea of the culture shock in store. No idea they'll become reluctant chicken farmers and own the most dangerous cockerel in Spain. No idea they'll help capture a vulture or be rescued by a mule.
Will they stay, or return to the relative sanity of England?
Includes Spanish recipes donated by the village ladies.
The Telegraph-- "a colourful glimpse of Andalucían life. And a psychopathic chicken or two...charming...funny"
"Chickens" has sold approximately 150,000 copies so far, mostly in the US and UK. It's reached the Amazon top 30 on both Amazon UK and US several times. It is almost always top, or near top, of several Amazon categories. It is the first of a series, and I would like the same translator to take on the complete series if possible.
"Chickens" has well over 500 Amazon US reviews, average 4.5. It has nearly 1000 Goodreads ratings.
It was awarded the Gold Star by HarperCollins before I self-published.
We were utterly hooked, these silly birds so delighted us with their funny ways. For example, when we came to the orchard empty handed, we were ignored, except, of course, by Ginger who met us at the gate and told us all her news at great length.
However, if we were carrying the blue plastic treat box containing kitchen scraps, their welcome was very different. Eight chickens charged to the gate, some flying like feathered bricks, some running, heads down, legs pumping like pistons. They would arrive in a heap, disentangle themselves and press against the fence. The excitement was intense. Necks became elongated as they craned up, desperate to see what the treats box contained. They wound round our feet, tripping us up. So we’d throw a few scraps as far as possible and they’d all thunder to the spot like rugby players. If we threw more in a different direction, they’d all abandon the first scraps and career over to the latest offerings. Another rugby scrum, until all scraps were exhausted. If the scraps contained spaghetti, two chickens might grab either end of a strand. They would suck in their end until they finished up eyeball to eyeball - unless Shawly sneaked in and stole the middle section.
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Chinese
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Dutch
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Translated by Gert Verhegge
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French
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Greek
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Stefanos Karampalis
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Debora Serrentino
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Author review: Big thanks to Debora for her hard work. A great job. :) |
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Polish
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Already translated.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by ingrid Otto
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Esther Muntaner Ferrer
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Author review: Full marks to Esther. She is friendly, careful and utterly professional. Thank you! |
