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This is the story of Isobel and Emile. They wake up beside each other one morning, and they slowly get out of bed. It is the last time that they will sleep together. They know it.

It is the summer of 1999, and the Sweltham family leads an ordinary suburban existence.

Milo doesn't quite have it all together. His acting career has stalled. His girlfriend dumped him. His miserable father has vanished, and people keep moving into his house.

Winner of the The Believer Book Award (2012) Shortlisted for the Trillium Book Award (2013) Myra, naive and curious, is on a family vacation to the southernmost tip of Florida – a mangy Key West fu

Lemon has three mothers: a biological one she's never met, her adopted father's suicidal ex, and Drew, a school principal who hasn’t left the house since she was stabbed by a student.

Two novels, two young women at the frontiers of sex.

By thirty Geoff Tilley had attained his Foreign-Going Master Certificate, the highest qualification in the merchant marine. Not long after he took a job with the Fremantle Stevedoring Company.

At McDonald's, when I'm throwing out the stuff on my tray, there's a point where I get scared that my wallet could have been on there, too.

When a mad dentist steals people's teeth, Miss Lamp comes to town.

"Now entering his sixty-seventh year, Chris McCool can confidently call himself a member of the Happy Club: he has an attractive and exceedingly accommodating Croatian girlfriend and has been

Winner of the W.O. Mitchell Book Prize. Winner of the 2012 Relit Award for Best Novel. Longlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize. Shortlisted for the Ferro-Grumley Award for LGBT Fiction.

In 1787 Lieutenant Daniel Rooke sets sail from Portsmouth with the First Fleet and its cargo of convicts, destined for New South Wales.

Makedde Vanderwall is a psycho-magnet. A woman who has a habit of attracting the wrong kind of man.

Nominated for a 2005 Governor General's Award Alice Charles has just moved to Montreal to go to McGill University. She’s never had a boyfriend and doesn’t know how to do laundry.

Her hands lay inert and upturned on her lap – probably stunned, she thinks, by the hideousness of the skirt underneath them.