Philippa Hawkins stories are like iridescent bubbles, escaping from the pages with their variegated topicsthe newfound pleasure of a frustrated housewife, the unexpected copulation of a middle-aged couple on a beach, the poignant death of a father, glimpses from the twilight apartheid years in South Africa, a fathers love that makes him bag the moon; the bubbles, glistening and rotating with their gritty, prosaic, yet enchanting style, eventually burst, leaving the reader yearning for more.Charles Muller, Diadem Books Sometimes, I touch her face. I reach out, and her peachy smooth skin warms my fingertips. Stories of moonbeam kisses, of millionaires and barmaids, lovers and broken hearts. Each tale is differentjust open the pages, savour and enjoy.
