My Reading – December 2020

Grace by Paul Lynch
This flood October. And in the early light her mother goes for her, rips her from sleep, takes her from a dream of the world.

Bone China by Laura Purcell
Love is fragile, my mother once said. It can break.

Strange Flowers by Donal Ryan
All the light left Paddy Gladney’s eyes when his daughter disappeared; all the gladness went from his heart.

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