With Hawks, Peter Hollywood has crafted a gripping collection of stories which reflects the changing face of Northern Ireland.
While Northern Ireland is in the process of a gradual transformation into another place, despite the glitz on the surface, it is yet to arrive. Haunted by the collective memory of moments shared, it could embrace a bright future, or retain the darker colours of its past.
In clear, elegant and sombre prose, though never beyond humour, emotion and feeling, Hollywood charts the movements towards this new world with gusto.
A gently crafted selection of short stories, with many lovely lines for example "...the fluorescent strip lights came on in Laura's own kitchen next door; the darkness seemed to flinch and shrink down the garden,"
The situations and settings are very evocative, characters running by the banks of the Lagan - car parks I have probably parked in myself, canals I have walked past.
There are stories about writers and writing -be it journalism or a collection of shorts, and then there is the ache of holidays that didn't quite live up to expectations or ended too soon.