Wrote about Bianca Bagnarelli’s Fish, which is utterly beautiful and quite excellent:
'Milo's parents died in a car-crash last summer, and he now lives with his grandparents on the French Riviera. It's the summer after the accident, and his cousins are here to visit, although Milo is still grieving; wondering about death, why it happens, explanations and reasons for it, how it relates to life, the purpose of it. He sees it in everything around him: the dead fish in the stream, the wilting flowers at the table, the shrimp he's eating for dinner. The feeling is that if he could establish meaning for it, he might be better able to understand and process his parents death.'