‘There is so much aching love in this book, such pain and beauty. Behold, and rejoice.’ – Tim Winton, author of Cloudstreet 

‘This book tells the story of how family is made. It tells it frankly, unexpectedly and in such a way that both family and expectations are rewritten and renewed. I couldn't put it down. Bold, brave, beautiful – much more than biology. This is life itself.’ Jackie Kay, author of Red Dust Road

‘A miracle of a book: sad, wise, strong and hopeful, its depiction of parenthood will stay with me for a long time.’ Sunjeev Sahota, author of The Year of the Runaways

‘A loving and tender antidote to the epic transphobia of this year.’ Olivia Laing, author of The Lonely City

‘Essential reading. Agonisingly beautiful and honest. One man’s uncompromising testament to love.’ Sarah Winman, author of When God Was a Rabbit

‘A memoir burnished with love and goodwill. It will leave you watching the world differently.’ Naomi Wood, author of Mrs. Hemingway

‘Dazzlingly beautiful...this is truly heart-stopping writing.’ Financial Times

‘Handsomely written, honest and deeply moving, Cunnell’s remarkable memoir is a work of guts, grit, and love.’ Richard House, author of The Kills

‘It is one of the most good-hearted, big-souled books I’ve read, a memoir about what it means to be a man, but more importantly what it means to be a parent. I don’t cry easily, but I read the final pages through a luminous wash of tears.’ Alex Preston, author of As Kingfishers Catch Fire