Kamila Shamsie

De aantrekkelijke en zelfverzekerde Maryam en de leergierige en serieuze Zahra zijn beste vrienden sinds hun kindertijd in Karachi, hoewel ze totaal v

Maryam and Zahra. In 1988 Karachi, two fourteen-year-old girls are a decade into their friendship, sharing in-jokes, secrets and a love for George

_______________ 'A formidable arching tale about loss and foreignness' - Financial Times 'Powerful, epic yet skilfully controlled . Shamsie's vo

De aantrekkelijke en zelfverzekerde Maryam en de leergierige en serieuze Zahra zijn beste vrienden sinds hun kindertijd, hoewel ze totaal verschillend

_______________ WINNER OF THE WOMEN'S PRIZE FOR FICTION WINNER OF THE LONDON HELLENIC PRIZE A BOOK OF THE YEAR IN THE GUARDIAN, OBSERVER, TELE

A FUN AND FEARLESS ANTHOLOGY OF FEMINIST TALES, to celebrate Virago's 50th birthday, featuring NEW AND ORIGINAL STORIES by Margaret Atwood, Susie Boyt

_______________ 'A boisterous tribute to her home town that crackles with the chaos of Pakistani political life' - The Times 'Deftly woven and p

De eens zo innige band tussen Isma en de jongere tweeling Aneeka en Parvaiz wordt zwaar op de proef gesteld als Parvaiz besluit in de voetsporen van h

By the acclaimed author of the Women's Prize for Fiction 2018 Fourteen years ago Aasmaani's mother Samina, a blazing beauty and fearless activist,

A mesmerising Christmas gift for Kamila Shamsie fans _______________ ** SHORTLISTED FOR THE INDIE BOOK AWARDS 2023 ** CHOSEN AS A BEST BOOK OF 202

A Fairy Tale Revolution is here to remix and revive our favourite stories. A raincloud-duck, with the heart of a lion, who struck out into the world o

De eens zo innige band tussen Isma en de jongere tweeling Aneeka en Parvaiz wordt zwaar op de proef gesteld als Parvaiz besluit in de voetsporen van h

CHOSEN AS A BOOK OF 2022 BY THE GUARDIAN, OBSERVER, DAILY MAIL AND FINANCIAL TIMES A dazzling new novel of friendship, identity and the unknowabili

Kamila is a cornucopia of dreadfulness. Her works at once beautiful and terrible, each piece like being tickled by Death’s cold little fingers, every