Tony Birch's prose is indescribably beautiful. Once again his short stories capture everyday occurrences in a way that is both heartbreaking and beautiful. I can relate to each one of these stories, because each story is about something that I can imagine happening in my own life or at least in my own world (it helps that these stories are very clearly set in Melbourne). I can't quite explain the almost nostalgic fixation I have with Birch's writing style, but every single time I read his writing I fall more in love with it.