'I feel a brief pang of admiring jealousy for yet another demonstration of his unending good fortune. Afether in the Secret Service and a mother who's a German spy - when the rest of us can't muster even one parent of any interest!'
In the quiet cul-de-sac where Keith and Stephen live the only immediate sings of the Seconds World War are the blackout at night and single random bombsite.
But the twoboys starts to suspect all is not as it seems when one day Keith announces a discovery: the Germans have infiltrated his own family.
'Spies is an expertly controlled story about things running out of control... both warmly funny and poignantly melancholy.'
-The Sunday Times
'I feel a brief pang of admiring jealousy for yet another demonstration of his unending good fortune. Afether in the Secret Service and a mother who's a German spy - when the rest of us can't muster even one parent of any interest!'
In the quiet cul-de-sac where Keith and Stephen live the only immediate sings of the Seconds World War are the blackout at night and single random bombsite.
But the twoboys starts to suspect all is not as it seems when one day Keith announces a discovery: the Germans have infiltrated his own family.
'Spies is an expertly controlled story about things running out of control... both warmly funny and poignantly melancholy.'
-The Sunday Times