A masterful, stroll-around-a-garden novella.
An eerily prescient vision of the climate-ruined near future.
A novel about gardening that is also what it takes to rebuild.
An intriguing fantasy drawing on forest myths that is burdened by an unfortunate attitude to women.
The Light Years is the perfect novel for a society sleep-walking towards disaster.
A novel that does what it says, painting a portrait of an ambitious and charming young woman as she seeks to experience all life has to offer.
The books that have had the biggest impact on me this year.
A dreamy, mirage-like novel where things change shape before your eyes.
There are a lot of feelings in Mary Shelley’s cautionary tale of science run amuck, but her depiction of nature in all its untrammelled grandeur is still something to behold.
A short and brutal dissection of societal sickness.