Through a series of stark, vivid snapshots this sizzling, brave work doesn't just offer glimpses of Hannah's life, but instead leads us right to the depths of humanity. Indelicate Sundays, deals with the difficult with admirable honesty. Yet Hannah's turn of phrase is delicate and the poems are exquisitely crafted... This poignant insight into a tortured life will leave you breathless, reeling and stirred to the very core...Holly Winter-Hughes..........Hannah packages her trauma, vulnerability and strength into perfectly formed punches, the likes of which, you don't realise have landed, until you're knocked out. Brilliant...Giovani Esposito.........Hannah Teasdale's third collection of poetry charts a fractured life which starts when her mother announces they are leaving home...to a cold house with a 'filthy' bed. A secret hobby of stealing begins: 'My first desire to take things that aren't mine...' This secret compulsive shame continues through teenage years into adulthood. Hannah's poetry is surprisingly shocking but delicately direct. There are no happy endings...Dr Lucy English..........If Anais Nin and Shane Meadows met at a bar to write prose and poems it may well end up like this book. An awareness of vulnerability is a strength and Hannah Teasdale expresses this with power and insight ... I also respected the straight talking yet structured poems like 'Glass Eyes' and 'Untouched'... Anthony Owen........ Teasdale navigates an eventful journey from child to adulthood in all its ambiguity and shock. Shot through with violence, tension, tenderness and love, her poems don't shy away from examining the beauty, terror and often difficult outcomes of decisions taken. Teasdale faces the consequences head-on. Indelicate Sundays is a collection that is by turns unsettling and surprising... Teasdale's poetic voice is one of surety and celebration... It is no understatement to say that "these poems shimmer"... . Sara-Jane Arbury