by Daisy Hildyard ‧ RELEASE DATE: Aug. 2, 2022
A stunning book—a balm for our times—containing the incredible gift of the everyday.
A woman weathering quarantine isolation in her urban home reinhabits a childhood spent in the fields and woods of North Yorkshire.
This unusual novel of minute, lush observation opens on a spring day in the narrator’s distant childhood. Looking down into the quarry at the edge of her small village, the narrator sees a sheet of the clay wall drop away and expose the interior of a vole’s burrow to a kestrel floating on an air current high above the quarry’s flooded floor. As the narrator follows, the vole flees from its ruined home and out into the open, where it freezes in full view of the now interested kestrel, who tilts in her flight to hover above the creature, ready to drop. The narrator’s attention to the two animals—meticulous, alert, and mature—“draw[s] a direct line between them, like a lift between two floors of a building,” and she feels “a sense of love arise inside me, as huge and widespread as the vole was small and specific, and it occurred to me that I could rescue him.” This small emergency tilts the narrator into a spill of memories that flow from the intimate and particular character of the space and time she has inhabited—the fields, tamed forests, pastures, paddocks, and quiet, seemingly eternal springs of the North Yorkshire countryside. However, as the title suggests, this is not a novel of rugged, wild individualism but rather a pastoral in which the landscape reflects at every turn the imprint of the human world in its management, exploitation, or collaborative reimagining. As an unnamed, but familiar, pandemic rages through the city outside her window, the adult author of these childhood remembrances ponders the interconnectedness of all worlds, from the minute wisps of spiders’ webs that break as she passes to the line of ancient hollies planted to mark out a path for winter travelers in the century past to the bundle of wires that dangle exposed on the wall outside her window that form literal lines of connection between all the isolated boxes of her neighbors’ own pandemic-stunted lives. The world that is crafted in this novel is like our own world: filled with joys and sorrows, death and renewal, the sublime and the literal filth that turns to soil beneath our feet. Stunning in its intimacy and the precise quality of its recall, the book nevertheless manages to make its primary business the act of inclusion, bringing us into the sense of our separate lives as being “formed and renewed by many minds and mindless forces…the space itself degraded and vanished when these connections failed.”
A stunning book—a balm for our times—containing the incredible gift of the everyday.Pub Date: Aug. 2, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-66260-147-7
Page Count: 224
Publisher: Astra House
Review Posted Online: June 7, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2022
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by Freida McFadden ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 27, 2026
Gleefully sadistic, gloriously gratifying revenge fiction.
A frustrated advice columnist takes matters into her own hands.
Before dropping out of MIT during the second semester of her sophomore year, Debbie Mullen had designs on becoming the next Bill Gates. Now, almost 30 years later, the stay-at-home wife and mother of two uses her considerable genius to keep the Mullens’ Hingham, Massachusetts, household functioning “like a well-oiled machine.” In her spare time, Debbie also gardens and shares “the fruits of [her] wisdom” with neighbors via the weekly advice column she writes for Hingham Household, a local “family-oriented” newspaper. Though Debbie is proud of her husband and teen daughters’ accomplishments, her own life sometimes feels a bit empty. As such, she’s both honored and excited when Home Gardening magazine selects her backyard to feature in their next issue. Then, at the last minute, the publication decides to go in a different direction and instead spotlights the roses of her arch rival. Later that day, the editor-in-chief of Hingham Household axes her column because she’d counseled a reader to get a divorce. That evening, Debbie learns that her hard-working husband’s miserly boss refused his promotion request, her brilliant older daughter’s sketchy boyfriend broke her heart, and her athletically gifted younger daughter’s chauvinistic coach cut her from the soccer team for being “chubby.” Enough is enough. Debbie has always given great advice—everybody says so. If certain individuals don’t know what’s best for themselves, maybe it’s her obligation to help them see the light. Increasingly unhinged entries from a “Dear Debbie” drafts folder pepper the briskly paced, meticulously crafted tale, which unfolds courtesy of a pinwheeling first-person narrative. Some of the plot’s myriad twists are more impressive than others, but plucky, puckish Debbie is a nontraditional antihero for the ages.
Gleefully sadistic, gloriously gratifying revenge fiction.Pub Date: Jan. 27, 2026
ISBN: 9781464249624
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Poisoned Pen
Review Posted Online: Dec. 10, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2026
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by Max Brooks ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 16, 2020
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.
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Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).
A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.Pub Date: June 16, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine
Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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