WINNER OF THE 2023 KOBO EMERGING WRITER PRIZE FOR LITERARY FICTION A GLOBE AND MAIL BEST BOOK OF 2022 49TH STREET EDITOR'S PICK FOR SEPTEMBER 2022 A reclamation of female rage and a horrifyingly deformed Bildungsroman. Frances is quiet and reclusive, so much so that her upstairs roommates sometimes forget she exists. Isolated in the basement, and on the brink of graduating from university, Frances herself starts to question the realities of her own existence. She can’t remember there being a lock on the door at the top of the basement stairs—and yet, when she turns the knob, the door won’t open. She can’t tell the difference between her childhood memories, which bloom like flowers in the dark basement, and her dreams. Worse still, she can’t ignore the very real tapping sound now coming—insistently, violently—threatening to break through her bedroom wall. With the thematic considerations of Mary Shelley and Shirley Jackson’s work, and in the style of Herta Müller and Daisy Johnson,