My favourite thing about Keegan's writing is that, even though her books are always slim, they aren't at all paltry. She writes with a really enviable precision, where no word is careless and all pack a punch.

In The Guardian review of this collection, Anne Enright writes, "One of the most shocking moments in Amongst Women, by John McGahern, is when someone takes a carton of orange juice out of the fridge. A story that might have been set in the 50s is jerked into the 1980s..." and I had several of these moments reading this collection. The bulk of these stories take place on the rural, windswept hills and cliffs of Ireland, and nature/folklore itself is so deeply entrenched in the stories that many of them have an ancient, ethereal quality. My favourites were the titular story, of a priest mulling a love affair at a wedding, and 'Night of the Quicken Trees', rife with superstition and witchiness.