Washed through with a pervasive sense of unease, resonant with emotional intelligence, and all in elegant, evocative prose.
Three queer sisters navigate the death of their estranged architect father, while it rains. I mean it has been raining for years, and it is still raining. This novel is soaked in water and in the most brilliantly threatening ways it seeps into every paragraph. The sisters don't like each other but they have to get on, there is a lot of history, and now there are shadowy figures everywhere. This novel is more about atmosphere than action, and I think it will stick with me for a long time. (I read Our Wives Under the Sea, and I love this more.) Thanks to Harper Collins for the proof.