*Shortlisted for the Children's Book of the Year - Irish Book Awards*The laugh-out-loud funny children's book from Number-One-Bestselling Ross O'Carroll Kelly author, Paul Howard. Illustrated throughout by Lee Cosgrove.An adventure full of mystery, magic and cheeses that seriously, SERIOUSLY pong!ALDRIN ADAMS is an ordinary boy with an EXTRAORDINARY SUPERPOWER. When he eats cheese just before he goes to sleep, he can enter into other people's dreams . . . AND THEIR NIGHTMARES!But why has he got this power? And what is he supposed to do with it?HE NEEDS ANSWERS . . . AND FAST!What Aldrin doesn't realize is that he is being watched by a MYSTERIOUS, SUPERNATURAL VILLAIN who's creating nightmares for millions of children every night.Will an ordinary boy, armed with his pet frog and the STINKIEST CHEESE in the world, be enough to stop him?A brilliantly funny, heartwarming story, perfect for fans of David Baddiel and Sam...

An ordinary boy. The most EXTRAORDINARY, stinkiest superpower!Some months have past since Aldrin Adams discovered his extraordinary SUPERPOWER. When he eats CHEESE, just before he goes to sleep, he can enter into other people's dreams . . . and their nightmares! He's learned when to eat blue cheese (to help with nightmares about KILLER toys), smoked cheese (to help him recover from using his powers) and good old Cheddar (TOP SECRET). He's also come face to face with his nemesis - A MYSTERIOUS SUPERNATURAL VILLAIN who creates NIGHTMARES for millions of children every night.Aldrin survived, but only JUST. And now what is he supposed to do? Save the world, one SCARY CLOWN nightmare at a time? Shouldn't being a superhero be more adventurous than this? Is there a way to beat his Nemesis once and for all?Find out, as Aldrin navigates his new life, meets more people with powers like him and - finally - faces his NEMESIS again!

For a man who has ridden the entire Tour de France route during the race itself—setting off at 4 a. m. each day to avoid being caught by the pros —riding a small mountain-bike race far removed from cycling's European heartland should hold no fear. But, although there may only be a dozen or so participants, this isn't just any mountain-bike race. This is the Tour Divide.Running from Banff in Canada to the Mexican border, the Tour Divide is, at more than 2,700 miles, the longest mountain-bike race in the world. Not only is it 500 miles farther than the Tour de France, its route along the continental divide goes through the heart of the Rocky Mountains and involves more than 200,000 ft. of ascent—the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest seven times.The other problem is that Howard has never owned a mountain bike, and even when he does finally get hold of one, how will training on the South Downs prepare him for sleeping rough in the Rockies? What's more,...

As bicycle races go, the attractions of the Tour Divide are not immediately apparent. For a start, it is the longest mountain-bike race in the world, running nearly 3,000 miles down the Rockies from Canada to Mexico. But the distance is not the only challenge -- the total ascent of 200,000 ft is the equivalent of scaling Mount Everest nearly seven times.Then there are the dangerous animals likely to be encountered on the route: grizzly bears, mountain lions and wolves, not to mention rattlesnakes and tarantulas. Worse, the rewards for all this effort are strictly limited. Unlike in the Tour de France, there is no fabled yellow jersey and no prize money.Yet, undaunted, and in spite of never having owned a mountain bike, Paul Howard signed up. Battling the worst weather for generations, drinking whiskey with a cowboy and singing karaoke with the locals, Howard's journey turned into more than just a race -- it became the adventure of a lifetime.

So there I was, roysh, enjoying college life, college birds and, like, a major amount of socialising. Then, roysh, the old pair decide to mess everything up for me. And we're talking totally here. Don't ask me what they were thinking. I hadn't, like, changed or treated them any differently, but the next thing I know, roysh, I'm out on the streets. Another focking day in paradise for me! If it hadn't been for Oisinn's apartment in Killiney, the old man paying for my Golf GTI, JP's old man's job offer and all the goys wanting to buy me drink, it would have been, like, a complete mare. Totally. But naturally, roysh, you can never be sure what life plans to do to you next. At least, it came as a complete focking surprise to me … The life and times of Ross O'Carroll-Kelly, the cult hero with a weekly column in The Sunday Tribune.

So there I was, roysh, twenty-three years of age, still, like, gorgeous and rich, living off my legend as a schools rugby player, scoring the birds, being the man, when all of a sudden, roysh, life becomes a total mare. I don't have a Betty Blue what's wrong, but I can't eat, can't sleep, I don't even want to do the old beast with two backs, which means a major problem, and we're talking big time here. Normally my head is so full of, like thoughts, but now I'm down to just one: Sorcha, I'm playing it Kool and the Gang, but this is basically scary. I mean, I'm Ross O'Carroll-Kelly, for fock's sake, I don't do love.