‘A beautifully-written meditation on love, loss and grief.’ Irish Independent

‘Woolfian echoes and quotations pulse through Rainsongs, haunting the reader with the ubiquity of mother love and longing.’ Stevie Davis, Guardian

‘A wool-soaked odyssey on the Iveragh peninsula – I could feel and smell the rain all the way through, and when the sun broke in now and then, I felt that too.’ The Irish Times

'Has a unique and beautiful emotive quality that shines through its delicately constructed prose in a love-letter to Ireland, memory and parenthood.' London Magazine

‘Bring a poet’s gift to a compelling story’ Shena Mackay

‘A beautifully-written and evocative novel about grief and greed, art and life, isolation and emotion’ Amanda Craig

‘Exceptionally moving. This book will stay with you.' Eleanor Fitzsimons 

'A ravishing tale of an emotional journey in the wild beauty of Ireland.’ Angela Neustatter

‘Hubbard deserves a place in the literary pantheon near Colm Tóibín, Anne Enright, and William Trevor.’ Carol Haggas, Booklist

'A gently absorbing novel... wistful but never morose - tugging the heartstrings without milking the double bereavement at the novel’s heart' Daily Mail 

'A lovely, vividly transporting novel... full of history and poetry, art and psychology, but their touch is light; intensely felt and focused, but kaleidoscopic, not confined – an unusual and absorbing read' Shiny New Books

‘Rainsongs aches with loneliness and sadness, yet Hubbard’s finely crafted prose makes for a deeply pleasurable read’ Sipora Levy, The Jewish Chronicle

‘Captivating… a gentle gem of quietly shimmering intellect.’ 3 Quarks Daily 'Quiet, gorgeous... a haunting read.' Star Tribune