Holding this hardcover copy of my new book is strange and lovely. The novel has been out of my hands for a while now, since the substantive edit, copy edit, and final proofreading rounds finished a few months ago. It feels good to have it back, and to think that you'll be able to read it so soon.
I love the beautiful cover design, and feel awfully smug for someone who had nothing to do with it. Asher Brown Durand's crackled landscape painting of the Adirondacks dates to 1878. My mum insists she can see a small human figure in it. See what you think.
I'm the author of My Name is a Knife, All True Not a Lie In It, and The Old Familiar.