Marie Sizun is a prize-winning French author. She was born in 1940 and has taught literature in Paris, Germany and Belgium. She now lives in Paris. She has published seven novels and a memoir. Her Father's Daughter was her first novel and was short-listed for the Prix Femina.

'A delicate, discreet novel. Like its little heroine. Impressive.' SUD OUEST DIMANCHE ----- 'Sizun's beautifully controlled and simple story captures the surprisingly clear gaze of a little girl who discovers how adults excel in the art of concealment.' LE NOUVEL OBSERVATEUR ----- 'This story brings to mind, like a slap in the face, our forgotten childhood memories. We remember the way adults fail to hear the tiny cries of the heart.' MARIE CLAIRE

Marie Sizun is a prize-winning French author. She was born in 1940 and has taught literature in Paris, Germany and Belgium. She now lives in Paris. She has published seven novels and a memoir. Her Father's Daughter was her first novel and was short-listed for the Prix Femina.

'A delicate, discreet novel. Like its little heroine. Impressive.' SUD OUEST DIMANCHE ----- 'Sizun's beautifully controlled and simple story captures the surprisingly clear gaze of a little girl who discovers how adults excel in the art of concealment.' LE NOUVEL OBSERVATEUR ----- 'This story brings to mind, like a slap in the face, our forgotten childhood memories. We remember the way adults fail to hear the tiny cries of the heart.' MARIE CLAIRE

Marie Sizun is a prize-winning French author. She was born in 1940 and has taught literature in Paris, Germany and Belgium. She now lives in Paris. She has published seven novels and a memoir. Her Father's Daughter was her first novel and was short-listed for the Prix Femina.

'A delicate, discreet novel. Like its little heroine. Impressive.' SUD OUEST DIMANCHE ----- 'Sizun's beautifully controlled and simple story captures the surprisingly clear gaze of a little girl who discovers how adults excel in the art of concealment.' LE NOUVEL OBSERVATEUR ----- 'This story brings to mind, like a slap in the face, our forgotten childhood memories. We remember the way adults fail to hear the tiny cries of the heart.' MARIE CLAIRE