'That night, an iceberg floated past Tofta's bedroom window and stopped. It looked peaceful and beautiful.
It looked as if it didn't belong to anyone.
'That's going to be my iceberg,' Tofta thought, 'and I'm not going to share it with anyone.'
The Night Iceberg was shortlisted for
The Booktrust Early Years Award
Selected for The White Ravens International Library
Shortlisted for The Dundee Picture Book Award.
