‘Heart-dropping and poignant. There is a great, persistent tension between the poet’s private music of grief and – from one poem to the next – the reader’s permanently held breath.’ Valzhyna Mort
‘A beautiful, painful, pitch-perfect debut…McCarthy Woolf’s tuning fork always rings true.’ Kate Kellaway, Guardian/Observer, Poetry Book of the Month
‘This is a brave book. And much more than that. McCarthy Woolf has made a figurative, general and various beauty out of something terrible. The poems are quite without self-indulgence or sentimentality, but hard in their truth.’ David Constantine
‘An entrancing and heartbreaking debut. At times she takes your breath away.’ Michael Symmons Roberts
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