From novels like Jenny Offill's Department of Speculation, to essays from writers including Deborah Levy and Rifka Galchen, it's a rewarding time to be a reader interested in the female experience, and Emilie Pine's new collection will fit in well on a shelf beside those authors.

Irish publishers Tramp Press tend to publish only fiction but made an exception for Pine's work, and their reason for doing so is clear from the very first page. These stories, essays, pockets of memory, however you want to refer to them are in turn heart breaking and heart mending, raw and searingly honest. From an unflinching look at her father's alcoholism to an open and tender exploration of infertility and miscarriage, Pine leads the reader to the most intimate of destinations and in doing so explores why women hide so much of themselves from the public gaze.

The language is clear and unshowy yet incredibly emotional, and although at times you feel protective of the author, wondering if she in fact realises how much of herself she is exposing, by the end of the book she has skillfully convinced you that this book is exactly how she intended it to be.