Janette Ayachi's dazzling first collection moves between remembered and imagined spaces as she celebrates the world's variousness, and the energies and exhaustions of the body. Revelling in the many voices she might find for herself, Ayachi locates herself in both her Algerian and Scottish
roots, her relationships with her family and lovers, her own motherhood, and an equally joyful but more precarious exploration of desire. More than anything, this book is a celebration of all Ayachi loves and has loved, especially her own daughters. It is a book that makes a space for itself in the
disruptive pleasures of writing, in the face of all that might stifle her, alive to all the potentials of laughter and silence as well as song.