Philip Wright is twelve years old and life is pretty good. He has a comfortable relationship with his mother and gets reasonably good grades in spite of girl problems, teacher problems, bully problems and well, poetry problems.
Philip’s happy-go-lucky life is disrupted when his mother gets breast cancer. Bad enough that your mother is seriously ill but could she not have developed a less embarrassing kind of cancer? Toe cancer, maybe, or ear cancer?
Philip’s attempts to cope with his situation are both hilarious and touching amidst his confusion and bewilderment. When his mother is devastated to lose her hair Philip stands in solidarity. Through it all, he writes letters to his hero, a comedian by the name of Harry Hill. Philip looks for advice from Harry, but gets no response to his many highly amusing and urgent appeals for guidance as an aspiring comic, and as an adolescent in need of advice in matters of life and love.