“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 to make someone else, chance combinations from the hand-me-down wardrobes of dead strangers. But surely the… — 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
