Everything under by Daisy Johnson, shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize in 2018, is the most psychoanalytic novel I've recently read. I wish I could read it for the first time all my life, making my way from the bottom, taking my time to get rid of every layer in the process and emerging to the surface, again and again. Anything I could write about it would be a spoiler for future readers. So here is the only teaser you will get:
"The places we are born come back. They disguise themselves as migraines, stomach aches, insomnia. They are the ways we sometimes wake falling, fumbling for the bedside lamp, certain everything we've built has gone in the night. We become strangers to the places we are born. They would not recognise us but we will always recognise them. They are marrow to us; they are bred into us. If we were turned inside out there would be maps cut into the wrong side of our skin. Just so we could find our way back."
Book cover by Kustaa Saks