Lush, dark, and a bit dusty, Starling House invites you into a living space packed with secrets and inhabited by one surly young man. Our protagonist's voice zings across the pages, fierce and bold as her love for her younger brother (a protective instinct I understand very well myself). This book tangles questions of bloodlines and family and whether and how you should choose your family and home together with a driving narrative about the slow poison of greed and cruelty, like the roots of trees tangling beneath sidewalks and pushing them up until they crack and become unwalkable slopes. 

This is a book about the South written by an author who understands it as only those who have lived here for a long time or grown up here can.