It doesn’t matter if you’re coming across Lake Michigan from Indiana as the ice cracks under your tires or if you’re trying to make it to Cicero on roads that were never paved for cars. The fox roads don’t care about winter snow or summer storms, and maybe they bow to the gods of Tornado Alley, but I wouldn’t bet on it.

The fox roads take you through October, before they cut down the corn and before the trees undress for winter, and they can take you anywhere.

All you need, she told me, is a reason to get out.

A short silent book club read that will live rent-free with me for a long time, as have all of my reads by Nigh Vo. This is a cute, fast little novella set in the Jazz Age, about two robbers who adopt a young stowaway hiding in their getaway car, and teach her the magic of the both finding who you really are, where you might belong, and of magical, mystical wildness of The Fox Roads.