We're all astronauts? Well you wouldn't know it from this book, seeing as it takes great effort to drum every male out of existence and focus on one half of the population. And I guess it's a corrective, as valuable as any positive discrimination – ie not very. And while it may be OK to perhaps ignore the fact Caroline Herschel had a brother, and yes Mae Jemison is just class on a stick and so deserves her presence here, this proves it just goes way too far from the canon of space history as to end up almost useless. For while having more tardigrades than male astronauts, it never even mentions Laika in the spread of space animals. Perhaps they thought she was a dog and not a bitch.

And I so wanted to be critiquing this book for its ugliness, and not its uber-wokeness. Let's face it, it's a visual mess, a stereotypical child's bedroom floor of dirty factoids, once-worn invented conversation, never-worn asides, left-out-homework sub-sections and a daring, toe-threatening meander through a maze of errant reading order.

Of course, I didn't want to critique it at all, I wanted it to be fine and dandy, but it's unsightly, disagreeable, and in ignoring Laika and, er, some chromosomally-challenged humans who like the women here also dared to be brilliant, is pretty useless.

This is going to work perfectly in primary schools because children are going to love this. Jam packed with information about being an astronaut and becoming an astronaut. I really enjoyed this.