I’m a strong advocate for poets becoming novelists. Some of the best works of fiction have come from those who can articulate experiences with an emotional and intellectual depth which others can’t (Plath, an obvious example; Andrew McMillan with Pity) - this, for me, joins those glittering heights. I became so deeply invested in Cyrus that I actually wept at the final chapter. Touches on a huge number of themes - but is ultimately about humanity: love, anger, loss, addiction, creativity, displacement, otherness. We all need a Zee. Absolutely dazzling.