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252 pages, Paperback
First published May 28, 2014

‘I wonder if there’s a different term to describe a fear of the reflections to be found in mirrors that no longer reflect you.’
‘There were two of them leading the way to the water’s edge, young ones, feeling immortal. I picture them hopping over the waves, their pale musicians’ arms flapping at the froth under the scudding clouds. Then quickly sucked out beyond the shallows by the furtive rip. Arms flapping harder now, salt water leaping into their mouths. Frog-legs kicking. Frog-voices croaking uselessly under the roar of the breakers.’
‘Reading the prurient, patronising headlines, I found myself squirming with a mixture of empathy and disapproval. Why did you let them see you cry? Why admit this publicly? What good could possibly come of it?‘
‘As I forced myself to read through all the angry email responses, two ideas collided in my mind …
1. Shyness is a form of weakness (deep down, I had always believed this)
2. Women are weaker than men (deep down, I had never believed this)
… and produced a third idea:
3. My very clever opinion piece wasn’t about the prime minister. It was about me. And maybe it was another piece in the puzzle.’
“Shy. It’s such a shy word; a timid little word that begs to remain unnoticed. Only three letters long and it begins with an exhortation to silence: ‘shhh‘.”