this is not for you.

Michael Harlow is a misanthropic barista in a painfully woke bookstore café, quietly raging against his Gen Z coworkers, social media dopamine junkies, and the grotesque theatre of modern virtue. When a rumour turns the staff against him and a dangerously precocious teenage girl walks through the door, things take a turn from bad to bleak... to beautifully, horribly unhinged.

What follows is part Lolita, part American Psycho, and the meme-worthy absurdity of modern culture, if it had been ghostwritten by Dostoevsky after a bad night at the casino.

Heather is what happens when unreliable narrators start making sense, and the real monsters wear virtue on their sleeve.

Unreliable, uncomfortable, darkly hilarious and brutally self-aware, Heather holds a mirror up to a culture obsessed with optics and asks: what’s really underneath?

Reader discretion is strongly advised. Heather is not for the faint of heart or even mentally stable. If a certain trigger comes to mind, it is probably hiding away somewhere in this book.

You have been warned.

"If all this book had going for it were perversion, there would be no reason to recommend it. What's most astonishing about Heather is how powerfully tender it becomes, how its mania dissolves into love and its cruelty folds into humanity. This book is quite frankly, among one of the greatest novels I’ve ever read." - Cody Sexton, award-winning book reviewer of athinsliceofanxiety.com ★★★★★