"She used to tell me everything.They have a picture. It'll help.
But it doesn't show the way her hair shines so brightly it looks like sheets of gold.
She has a tiny mole, just beneath her left eyebrown.
She smells very faintly of lemons.
She bites her nails.
She never cries.
Jane Shemilt: Daughter (2014)
Penguin, 392 sivua.
"I could feel his eyes taking it in, red lipstick protruding in a domed stalk, lying on its side in the small pool of foundation, the lacy bras, the thong, the unmade bed. But that wasn't the real Naomi. Naomi was here, I wanted to say, in the cello against the wall, the photos of Christmas and Corfu in the shell frames that she made, in the friendship bracelets in the bowl. The dried autumn leaves behind her mirror. She loves autumn, I wanted to tell him. She collects leaves, like a child does. She is just a child. That bra must belong to a friend, the thong as well. They can't be hers."
Toinen miinus tulee siitä, että Daughter on Jane Shemiltin esikoinen ja ainoa kirja; hyvän dekkarin löydettyään lukisi nimittäin mielellään kirjailijan koko tuotannon läpi saman tien.