I write about Cristina Fernandez Cubas as often as I can because I find her short stories so interesting and also illusive. I can’t say much because the book is for part of an article on Spanish short story writers, but again she knows how to mix the fantastic with the real. My favorite story of the bunch, though, had nothing about the fantastic and was just a great and funny piece on the failed relationship between a father and daughter. The more I read her stories, the more it is a shame she is not available in English.