Yesteryear
/“You’re reading what?!” echo my literary fiction friends, lighting up my DM’s like fireflies in the summer grass. What can I say. I caved. I dipped my feet in the Zeitgeist.
How much more delicious/genius/alluring could the premise be? A tradwife selling the fantasy of life in Yesteryear (a place and an idea) to her millions of followers, finds herself waking up one day in 1855 and having to contend with how life in said yesteryear actually felt like. Genius indeed. What follows is a thriller/satire/absurdist tale of the highest order, written with fury and acerbic bite, propulsive and unputdownable. Bookish crack cocaine. Halloween candy on overdrive.









