A Cosmopolitan book to look out for in 2025'An immersive story about love and the softening borders around what family can be' Sheena Patel'An intimate and tender exploration of love's possibilities' Sophie MackintoshJules has been divorced from her ex-husband Leon for five years, but she still works alongside him at Gunk, the grotty student nightclub he owns in central Brighton. She spends her nights serving shots and watching, from behind the bar, as Leon flirts with students on the dancefloor. In the early hours of the morning, she paces home to sleep. But then Leon hires nineteen-year-old Nim to work the bar with Jules – Nim, with her shaved head and steady pour, her disarming sweetness and sudden distance – and Jules finds herself jolted awake. When Nim discovers she's pregnant, Jules agrees to help. As the months pass, and the relationship between the two women grows increasingly intimate and perplexing, it emerges that Nim has her own unexpected gifts to give. Now, alone in her small flat, Jules is holding a baby, just twenty-four-hours old, who still smells of Nim. But no one knows where Nim is, or if she's coming back. What could the future – for Jules, Nim, and this unnamed baby – possibly look like? Raw, exhilarating, tender and wise, Gunk is an electrifying debut novel exploring love and desire, safety and destruction, chaos and control – and family in all its forms. Praise for Saba Sams 'Sams is the real deal' LUCY KIRKWOOD, GUARDIAN'A bold new talent' STYLIST'I can't wait to see what she writes next' PANDORA SYKES

In this rowdy, frank reflection on illness, fame, sex, and everything in between, the remarkable mind behind the hit series Girls and the bestselling author of Not That Kind of Girl asks whether fulfilling her creative ambitions has been worth the pain. For the last decade, as she’s spent countless hours in doctor’s waiting rooms searching for diagnoses, treatments, and relief, being the owner and operator of Lena Dunham’s body has felt, as she puts it, 'like towing a wrecked car across town at midnight.' It’s not easy dragging a wrecked car anywhere, much less to the Met Gala while sewn into a gold lamé corset. Or to the set of the hit show that you – as a twenty-five-year-old – are writing, directing, producing, and starring in. Or to the White House, the Golden Globes, or your publicist’s office to discuss the latest internet disaster. But Dunham does it – even if it means interminable hospital stays, vomiting in the bathroom when she’s meant to be meeting Oprah, or terrifying those closest to her – because she can no longer tell the difference between fighting to do what she loves and being a servant to her own ambition. All the while, she is holding out for a love that can withstand her personal and public challenges and, more than anything, yearning to feel like herself again – if only she could remember who that self was. As Dunham takes us through her journey, tracking her rise to fame – from selling the pilot of Girls to the present – in three acts, it becomes clear that the spotlight casts long shadows, distorting the relationships she once held dear and isolating everyone in its glare. When an endless supply of drugs can’t protect you from pain – and begins to control your every move – being famous doesn’t stand a chance against the darker corners of the human experience. In Famesick, Dunham asks herself what the cost of fulfilling her dreams has really been, and whether it was worth it. What she finds is deeper than physical relief, and more lasting, as she learns to live with what she can’t change and turn her regrets into wisdom that can carry her forward, as she reconnects to what, and who, she loves.

»Was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić Ein wunderbares Buch über eine Mutter-Tochter-Beziehung in einer nicht enden wollenden Ausnahmesituation, mal zärtlich und poetisch, mal wütend, humorvoll und sehr direkt erzählt mit einer überraschenden Wendung, die das Ende eines Lebens und unseren Umgang damit in ein völlig neues und unbekanntes Licht rückt. Georg stirbt, und das schon viel zu lange. Während Ruth ihren Mann selbstvergessen zu Hause pflegt und sich darüber von ihrer fünfzehnjährigen Tochter Lea entfremdet, möchte die endlich Normalität und ungebremst ein jugendliches Leben führen. Ruth und Lea brauchen sich, driften aber immer weiter voneinander weg. Und dann passiert etwas mit Georg, mit dem keiner gerechnet hat. »Das Moos tröstet, der Vater wiehert, das Sterben ist nicht Abschied, sondern Verwandlung, und wer pflegt denn bitte einen fremden Mann mit langen pinken Fingernägeln?! Willkommen, Nefeli Kavouras, in der deutschsprachigen Literatur, ja, was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić

»Was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić Ein wunderbares Buch über eine Mutter-Tochter-Beziehung in einer nicht enden wollenden Ausnahmesituation, mal zärtlich und poetisch, mal wütend, humorvoll und sehr direkt erzählt mit einer überraschenden Wendung, die das Ende eines Lebens und unseren Umgang damit in ein völlig neues und unbekanntes Licht rückt. Georg stirbt, und das schon viel zu lange. Während Ruth ihren Mann selbstvergessen zu Hause pflegt und sich darüber von ihrer fünfzehnjährigen Tochter Lea entfremdet, möchte die endlich Normalität und ungebremst ein jugendliches Leben führen. Ruth und Lea brauchen sich, driften aber immer weiter voneinander weg. Und dann passiert etwas mit Georg, mit dem keiner gerechnet hat. »Das Moos tröstet, der Vater wiehert, das Sterben ist nicht Abschied, sondern Verwandlung, und wer pflegt denn bitte einen fremden Mann mit langen pinken Fingernägeln?! Willkommen, Nefeli Kavouras, in der deutschsprachigen Literatur, ja, was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić

Ein Roman, so schnell erzählt wie »Kill Bill« von Tarantino. Cemile Sahin meldet sich mit einem rasanten Roman zurü Eine kurdische Hochzeit in Rotterdam. Ein Scharfschütze, der im Laufe des Abends einen Schuss abfeuert. Eine Gruppe von Freunden zwischen den Niederlanden, Deutschland und Kurdistan, für die auf einmal nichts mehr ist, wie es war. Ein Kunstraub. Waffen aus dem 3D-Drucker. Gefängnis. Im Stil eines Actionfilms mit schnellen Cuts erzählt Cemile Sahin die Geschichte eines Verräters, von Rache, Liebe und Freundschaft, so eindringlich, politisch, auf der Höhe der Zeit, wie nur sie es kann. »Die Entschiedenheit, Klarheit, Härte und Sicherheit im Ton von Cemile Sahin ist eine Wucht.« FAS

On the faded Island Books sign hanging over the porch of the Victorian cottage is the motto “No Man Is an Island; Every Book Is a World.” A. J. Fikry, the irascible owner, is about to discover just what that truly means. A. J. Fikry’s life is not at all what he expected it to be. His wife has died, his bookstore is experiencing the worst sales in its history, and now his prized possession, a rare collection of Poe poems, has been stolen. Slowly but surely, he is isolating himself from all the people of Alice Island—from Lambiase, the well-intentioned police officer who’s always felt kindly toward Fikry; from Ismay, his sister-in-law who is hell-bent on saving him from his dreary self; from Amelia, the lovely and idealistic (if eccentric) Knightley Press sales rep who keeps on taking the ferry over to Alice Island, refusing to be deterred by A.J.’s bad attitude. Even the books in his store have stopped holding pleasure for him. These days, A.J. can only see them as a sign of a world that is changing too rapidly. And then a mysterious package appears at the bookstore. It’s a small package, but large in weight. It’s that unexpected arrival that gives A. J. Fikry the opportunity to make his life over, the ability to see everything anew. It doesn’t take long for the locals to notice the change overcoming A.J.; or for that determined sales rep, Amelia, to see her curmudgeonly client in a new light; or for the wisdom of all those books to become again the lifeblood of A.J.’s world; or for everything to twist again into a version of his life that he didn’t see coming. As surprising as it is moving, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry is an unforgettable tale of transformation and second chances, an irresistible affirmation of why we read, and why we love.

On the faded Island Books sign hanging over the porch of the Victorian cottage is the motto “No Man Is an Island; Every Book Is a World.” A. J. Fikry, the irascible owner, is about to discover just what that truly means. A. J. Fikry’s life is not at all what he expected it to be. His wife has died, his bookstore is experiencing the worst sales in its history, and now his prized possession, a rare collection of Poe poems, has been stolen. Slowly but surely, he is isolating himself from all the people of Alice Island—from Lambiase, the well-intentioned police officer who’s always felt kindly toward Fikry; from Ismay, his sister-in-law who is hell-bent on saving him from his dreary self; from Amelia, the lovely and idealistic (if eccentric) Knightley Press sales rep who keeps on taking the ferry over to Alice Island, refusing to be deterred by A.J.’s bad attitude. Even the books in his store have stopped holding pleasure for him. These days, A.J. can only see them as a sign of a world that is changing too rapidly. And then a mysterious package appears at the bookstore. It’s a small package, but large in weight. It’s that unexpected arrival that gives A. J. Fikry the opportunity to make his life over, the ability to see everything anew. It doesn’t take long for the locals to notice the change overcoming A.J.; or for that determined sales rep, Amelia, to see her curmudgeonly client in a new light; or for the wisdom of all those books to become again the lifeblood of A.J.’s world; or for everything to twist again into a version of his life that he didn’t see coming. As surprising as it is moving, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry is an unforgettable tale of transformation and second chances, an irresistible affirmation of why we read, and why we love.

A traditional American woman, a “tradwife” influencer, suddenly awakens in the brutal reality of 1855—where she must unravel whether this living nightmare is an elaborate hoax, a twisted reality show, or something far more sinister in this sensational debut novel. My name was Natalie Heller Mills, and I was perfect at being alive. Natalie lives a traditional lifestyle. Her charming farmhouse is rustic, her husband a handsome cowboy, her six children each more delightful than the last. So what if there are nannies and producers behind the scenes, her kitchen hiding industrial-grade fridges and ovens, her husband the heir to a political dynasty? What Natalie’s followers—all 8 million of them—don’t know won’t hurt them. And The Angry Women? The privileged, Ivy League, coastal elite haters who call her an antifeminist iconoclast? They’re sick with jealousy. Because Natalie isn’t simply living the good life, she’s living the ideal—and just so happens to be building an empire from it. Until one morning she wakes up in a life that isn’t hers. Her home, her husband, her children—they’re all familiar, but something’s off. Her kitchen is warmed by a sputtering fire rather than electricity, her children are dirty and strange, and her soft-handed husband is suddenly a competent farmer. Just yesterday Natalie was curating photos of homemade jam for her Instagram, and now she’s expected to haul firewood and handwash clothes until her fingers bleed. Has she become the unwitting star of a ruthless reality show? Could it really be time travel? Is she being tested by God? By Satan? When Natalie suffers a brutal injury in the woods, she realizes two things: This is not her beautiful life, and she must escape by any means possible. A gripping, electrifying novel that is as darkly funny as it is frightening, Yesteryear is a gimlet-eyed look at tradition, fame, faith, and the grand performance of womanhood.

On the faded Island Books sign hanging over the porch of the Victorian cottage is the motto “No Man Is an Island; Every Book Is a World.” A. J. Fikry, the irascible owner, is about to discover just what that truly means. A. J. Fikry’s life is not at all what he expected it to be. His wife has died, his bookstore is experiencing the worst sales in its history, and now his prized possession, a rare collection of Poe poems, has been stolen. Slowly but surely, he is isolating himself from all the people of Alice Island—from Lambiase, the well-intentioned police officer who’s always felt kindly toward Fikry; from Ismay, his sister-in-law who is hell-bent on saving him from his dreary self; from Amelia, the lovely and idealistic (if eccentric) Knightley Press sales rep who keeps on taking the ferry over to Alice Island, refusing to be deterred by A.J.’s bad attitude. Even the books in his store have stopped holding pleasure for him. These days, A.J. can only see them as a sign of a world that is changing too rapidly. And then a mysterious package appears at the bookstore. It’s a small package, but large in weight. It’s that unexpected arrival that gives A. J. Fikry the opportunity to make his life over, the ability to see everything anew. It doesn’t take long for the locals to notice the change overcoming A.J.; or for that determined sales rep, Amelia, to see her curmudgeonly client in a new light; or for the wisdom of all those books to become again the lifeblood of A.J.’s world; or for everything to twist again into a version of his life that he didn’t see coming. As surprising as it is moving, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry is an unforgettable tale of transformation and second chances, an irresistible affirmation of why we read, and why we love.

When the scientist Victor Frankenstein attempts to create life in his laboratory, he sets in motion tragic forces beyond his control and faces losing everything he loves. No reader in the grip of Mary Shelley’s novel, with its mythic-minded hero and its highly sympathetic monster who reads Goethe and longs to be at peace with himself, can fail to notice how much more excellent the original is than all the countless adaptations, imitations, and homages which have followed in its ample wake. In her first novel, written at the instigation of Lord Byron and published in 1818 (and revised in 1831), the teenaged Shelley managed to produce English Romanticism’s finest prose fiction. This edition reproduces her original 1818 text.

»Was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić Ein wunderbares Buch über eine Mutter-Tochter-Beziehung in einer nicht enden wollenden Ausnahmesituation, mal zärtlich und poetisch, mal wütend, humorvoll und sehr direkt erzählt mit einer überraschenden Wendung, die das Ende eines Lebens und unseren Umgang damit in ein völlig neues und unbekanntes Licht rückt. Georg stirbt, und das schon viel zu lange. Während Ruth ihren Mann selbstvergessen zu Hause pflegt und sich darüber von ihrer fünfzehnjährigen Tochter Lea entfremdet, möchte die endlich Normalität und ungebremst ein jugendliches Leben führen. Ruth und Lea brauchen sich, driften aber immer weiter voneinander weg. Und dann passiert etwas mit Georg, mit dem keiner gerechnet hat. »Das Moos tröstet, der Vater wiehert, das Sterben ist nicht Abschied, sondern Verwandlung, und wer pflegt denn bitte einen fremden Mann mit langen pinken Fingernägeln?! Willkommen, Nefeli Kavouras, in der deutschsprachigen Literatur, ja, was du hier für einen zärtlichen Krach geschaffen hast!« Saša Stanišić