Avail wherever books are sold! Dig IndieBound! And there’s an ebook and an audiobook too!
And and SWCG was reviewed in the NYT and it’s a dreeeeam! xo
Though the 42 stories here often masquerade as slices of domestic life, the scale of the emotional trajectories is treated with the weight of the epic. They are sexy and sly. The dialogue winks and sparks on the page, making every story feel like a flirt. The collection overloads the senses. Even the “sunset light ached,” “lime tastes like good luck,” a woman lusts after a man who stinks of “hot wild onions in burnt brown-sugar dirt,” and pleasure can be found when you “lift up” after pressing on a “yellowish-blue, purple-black bruise”: Cross-Smith’s descriptions are filled with equal amounts of violence and tenderness.