Here are two novels by women whose work the world needs regularly reminding of. Each is less than two hundred pages long but that is where the similarity ends. The Dressmaker is set in the city of Liverpool, a tough place during WWII, and is told in sentences of appropriately stark beauty. Daughters of the House unfolds in the countryside of Normandy and has a lyrical richness that seduces. I was so enticed by the opening lines of these books that they are not going back on the shelf...they have drawn me in again.