Extracts

Carrie had just dropped off to sleep when the tuba woke her.

Like most people, I’ve had my fair share of health issues.

There’s more to this story than the clickbait headlines, but yes, in simple terms, I had a dream life – then I took a flamethrower to it.

I dreamed that I dreamed about the musty grey soil of the island and the sweet perfume it emits after rainfall, a double remove from a place I will never visit again

If the bread hadn’t burned, this would be a very different story.

For most people, it’s not easy figuring out what to do with your life, let alone how to turn your passion into a lifestyle.

‘We know you’re a cop,’ Matt said.

‘Lavora troppo!’ Nonna throws her hands in the air, one of them holding a crisp white tea towel with a lemon embroi­dered on one corner.

In early 2020 while on a field trip in the Cocos Islands, I took some time out and went snorkelling.

There was someone in the house.

By moonlight, Jane hitches up the hem of her muslin gown and darts across a neatly scythed lawn.

‘Make sure you write the end first,’ Alan, one of my cancer patients, suggests when I tell him I plan to write the story of my own illness.

I suppose I could blame it all on Daniel.

The festivities of Kupala night are just beginning when Liska Radost leaves the village behind.

Freddie’s clothes came to Veith Street instead of Blackthorn House, and the telegram that ought to have preceded them didn’t reach Laura at all.

Call me 1A. I’m the super of a building on Rivington Street on the Lower East Side of New York City.

The Tea: The guncle clout is real.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Felix Sigala, it was that he was easy to talk to.