National Network for Equitable Library Service

All sorts of things can happen, no matter what road you take, and I never forget that. Death in particular can never be forgotten.

The 2012 One Book Toronto title. Shortlisted for the Toronto Book Award. A girl faints in the Toronto subway.

From Kenya to Quebec, these wry and unconventional stories explore the different ways we’re haunted ...

Ms. Beatrice Hempel has just taken her first job as an English teacher.

On an isolated island in Lake Ontario live twins Lucy and Levi and their father, Daniel.

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.

Kleptomaniacs, convicts, roof-walkers and homicidal hippies: here are children and adults, men and women, all struggling to define themselves. The stories in I know you are but what am I?

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

In the stories of Mad Hope, Journey Prize winner Heather Birrell finds the heart of her characters and lets them lead us into worlds both recognizable and alarming.

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.