“Our house has its back to the sea,' writes Hester in her journal. 'Below us, the ocean spreads to the sky, twitching wide and blue and hungry. One would think it to be infinite. But we, of course, know better.” — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“We're all made to the same pattern. Knitted up like a thrifty housewife's sock from scraps - random unravelled bits of yarn that used… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“She wonders if it could really have been as simple for him, this changing of worlds, as the purchase of a ticket. Hester tries… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“I want to tell you a story about my mother, although of course it is also mine - inherited, along with dangly earlobes and… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“Our house has its back to the sea,' writes Hester in her journal. 'Below us, the ocean spreads to the sky, twitching wide and… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
