“Book Descriptions: “Let me tell you a story: my mother will say she’s a liar and my father will say she remembers things that never happened, but you and I know that isn’t true. Before I tell you, pick up a pair of scissors, or a pen, or a branch, or a flower stem—something to play with when you don’t want to meet my eyes. Unhinge the wasps from your insides before their black venom seeps through.” (“Nectar and Nickel”)
Homebodies is an uncanny and ghostly debut with stories that sit at the intersections of dread, abjection, and horror. The tales are intertwined and linked like a chain of dried daisies or butterfly legs. Someone you used to know is on trial for murder. You work at a funeral home. Your dead grandmother calls you on the phone. You pin and preserve butterflies on a corkboard as a strange girl knocks on your door. You put a bike lock on the fridge. You sleepwalk. You attend a party. You get sick. You get an IV infusion. You don’t get better. You shoulder check and find a body buckled into the back seat. These stories show that you don’t need a house to be haunted— the body can do that all on its own.” DRIVE