This week I’m in love with … this passage about memory by Hannah Kent

It’s a silent memory, and one, like the others, I can’t quite trust. Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts talking over one another.

Hannah Kent, Burial Rights

No wonder this book won so many hearts as well as awards. What an astonishing debut novel. If you’ve read it, you’ll know what I mean. If you’ve not, put it on your list.

Fancy reading a sample chapter of her new book The Good People? (Yes please!) Here’s a link.