“The little girl’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she bore the angry expression unique to babies who had just been wrenched from the sanctuary of warmth and nourishment where they had spent the previous nine blissful months.” — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“It was the small things she took pleasure in. The faint hum of a huge furry bumble bee busily flitting from one flower to… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“She pined for Rick and the brief but happy life they had once shared, before his drinking had ruined everything.” — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“I’m just pulling up these weeds.’ ‘Why?’ She thought about this for a second. ‘Well, they don’t belong here.’ ‘Oh. Where do they belong,… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
Most importantly, what you get from a greasy spoon is a certain kind of smell that has been almost legislated out of existence. It… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“The little girl’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she bore the angry expression unique to babies who had just been wrenched from the… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“but the sudden stark reality that things were never going to be the same again.” — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
Women do not always have to write about women, or gay men about gay men. Indeed, something good and new might happen if they… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
