
Appearing
Stockton (17th), Gateshead (18th), North Tyneside (19th)
Author Website
www.joanlennon.co.uk
Publisher
Andersen Press
Catnip
Joan Lennon was born in Canada and has lived in Scotland since 1978. Her first novel, The Bad-Tempered Dragon, was published by Scholastic in 1998.
Joan has done a wide range of jobs in Europe, Australia and Canada – from ice-cream sundae constructor to summer camp leader to putzfrau at the Munich Olympics.
She now divides her time between the demands of four tall sons, her piano pupils and her writing.
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