"There's a big moon shining on the yard, chalking our way onto the lane and along the road. Kinsella takes my hand in his. As soon as he takes it, I realise my father has never once held my hand, and some part of me wants Kinsella to let me go so I won't have to feel this. It's a hard feeling but as we walk along I begin to settle and let the difference between my life at home and the one I have here be."Claire Keegan, Foster (London: Faber and Faber, 2010), 61.
I finished this with tears in my eyes. Then I turned back to the first page and read it again. Again, with tears. The subtlety in atmospheres and emotions conveyed through Keegan's deft prose is astonishing.
