…. The Wild Other by Clover Stroud.

This book isn’t published until February so there’s not much I can tell you about it other than it’s excellent and transporting.

Stroud is driven from adventure to adventure by a cataclysmic tragedy in her teens. The eye-popping shit she gets up to made me feel envious (why aren’t I that exciting) and baffled (*how* could she live like that?).

The answer always cycles back to this early tragedy, begging the question: would I swap total familial completeness and happiness for a bit of fucking drama, excitement, complexity, darkness? Or should I see my settled bourgeoise-ness as just really lucky?

Anyway, keep your eyes out for this in early 2017. You heard about it here first.