A modern fairytale, in the vein of Angela Carter, Perrault, the Brothers Grimm and Daisy Johnson: The Lamb is Margot, living in a small decaying cottage in the Cumbrian forest with her Mama. When Margot isn’t in school, she is helping her Mama to find ‘strays’, those lost amongst the woods, to satiate their hunger for flesh. But when they find Eden, their household dynamic changes entirely, and the pursuit of love, lust and death displaces all else. The Lamb is a novel about adolescence, loss, motherhood, abuse, cannibalism, queerness, death, and the perennial fear of that which lurks in the woods. In its last section, The Lamb becomes a sort of ghost story. I have seen many people say this book was a little predictable, but I suppose all fairytales are.