Item category 2: Junior

In the brambly forest Oli asked, 'Mummy, how much do you love me?' 'More than the whole world and everything in it,' said Mummy. From best-selling author and illustrator, Anna Pignataro, comes a tender-hearted story about infinite love.

My mum's amazing-it's true, I'll show it! She's a hero, but doesn't know it! A celebration of all the light, laughter and never-ending love that mums bring to the world.

This sweet and uplifting ode to grandmothers celebrates everything they love ... especially their grandchildren! My nonna loves gossiping on the phone, sharing biscotti, and making passata with the whole family. But most of all, my nonno loves me! Perfect for grandparents to read aloud to their g...

In this tender hardback picture book, children join Koala on a heartfelt journey as she learns to understand and cope with feelings of sadness. Through gentle storytelling and comforting illustrations, young readers are encouraged to explore their emotions and find ways to feel better.

She's hungry, she's cranky, she's feeling too hot. It's way past nap time and she's not in her cot. She's snotty and teary there is no room for error. Incredible, unstoppable, titan of terror! What would you do if a toddler tornado tore through your toys? Get her a snack? Sing her a lullaby? Give...

A dentist naively advises a cake loving pet tiger to stop eating sweets.

Where have all the baby turtles gone? Brooke loves watching the turtles in the creek on her farm. But in spring, she notices broken eggshells down near the water. What is happening to the turtle eggs? Brooke decides to use her detective skills and sets out to solve the mystery of the missing turt...

Nigel's done a naughty thing, and he's giving it some thought in a quiet spot. But it gets hard to focus as he quickly becomes surrounded by wild, animal naughtiness! Mole has been ruining the lawns, Bull's been charging around with his horns... even Daddy admits it's hard to be perfect all the t...

I arch my back high, feel my night tiger paws and night tiger claws stalk across the grass, flick my tiger tail, twitch my tiger ears, growl my night tiger groooooowwwwwl. After the sun sets, the night creeps in and it's time for bed. But darkness shrinks as the full moon springs up above the tre...

An ocelot can run like the dickens, and this is the tale I must tell, of a race to the face of Mount Olaf, against something with pincers and shell... Ocelot may be fast, but he has a lousy sense of direction, he's Ocelost! Can slow-and-steady Crab map out a better way to win the race?