Hamnet

by Maggie O'Farrell

Every life has its kernel, its hub, its epicentre, from which everything flows out, to which everything returns.

I think we all have moments in our pasts which constantly return to us – a decision or conversation or split-second upon which so much hinges. Perhaps we have several. I was just imagining that Agnes would never be able to forget the fact that Hamnet and Judith were left alone at this point in their story. It would never rest easily with her.