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Megan Hunter

The End We Start From

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The universally acclaimed debut novel. “Extraordinary . . . a spare, futuristic fable about a brand-new mother navigating a flooded world.”—
Pre-empted by publishers around the world within days of the 2016 London Book Fair, The End We Start From heralds the arrival of Megan Hunter, a dazzling and unique literary talent. Hunter’s debut is a searing original, a modern-day parable of rebirth and renewal, of maternal bonds, and the instinct to survive and thrive in the absence of all that’s familiar.
As London is submerged below flood waters, a woman gives birth to her first child, Z. Days later, she and her baby are forced to leave their home in search of safety. They head north through a newly dangerous country seeking refuge from place to place, shelter to shelter, to a desolate island and back again. The story traces fear and wonder, as the baby’s small fists grasp at the first colors he sees, as he grows and stretches, thriving and content against all the odds.
Written with poise and poeticism, The End We Start From is an indelible and elemental first book—a lyrical vision of the strangeness and beauty of new motherhood, and a portentous tale of endurance in the face of ungovernable change.
“Strange and powerful, and very apt for these uncertain times. I was moved, terrified, uplifted—sometimes all three at once. It takes skill to manage that, and Hunter has a poet’s understanding of how to make each word count.”—Tracy Chevalier, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl with a Pearl Earring
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    How quickly the everyday fills up time again. Glugs upwards from the earth, invisible until you’re splashing in it.

    It seems it would be like that anywhere. Living on the moon, or hanging upside down from the ceiling, and arguing about teabags and hairs in the bath.
  • thebookishomehas quoted5 years ago
    He is in another dimension, is all I can think. A pixelated world, perhaps. Or a galaxy of blue-black, floating slowly out to space.
  • thebookishomehas quoted5 years ago
    Sometimes mothers develop superhuman powers when their children are in danger. It is called hysterical strength.

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