Daughter of Ants by Natasha Ayaz in Hobart

I wholeheartedly believe in the world Natasha Ayaz creates in “Daughter of Ants”, which begins, “When I was ten years old – a rat of a girl with black-buzzed hair and knock-knees, my unwieldiness belied by the ill fit of my school uniform – I stood in a famous concert hall under a chandelier with my father…” Click here to read more.