Most love stories are built around longing, but I'm now realising, after a re-read from a teenager to a 56 year-old, that Wuthering Heights is actually built more around corrosion.

As contemporary Australian fiction continues to grapple with questions of housing, class, labour, and generational instability, Kill Your Boomers stands out for the sharpness of its social observation and the sophistication of its psychological insight. It is an unsettling, darkly intelligent novel about inheritance in every sense of the word: financial, emotional, cultural, and moral.

On the surface, it’s a dark romance wrapped around obsession, anonymity, and a fantasy that edges close to something far more unsettling. But sit with it a little longer, and what unfolds is less about darkness for its own sake and more about what people reach for when they’ve been living too long without softness, without safety, without being truly seen.

King Sorrow is less interested in what begins than in what continues. Joe Hill’s novel follows six friends bound by an occult pact that refuses to remain in the past, unfolding into a quiet, sustained study of responsibility, complicity, and the weight of carrying something forward.