Liz Moore’s “The God of the Woods” opens to the languorous, sepia-toned summer of 75’. The novel begins at Camp Emerson, a posh (coined “hoity-toity” by Tracy’s dad) summer camp nestled deep in the Adirondacks, where the temperature is a sticky 75°F and the privilege runs even warmer. Thrown together by circumstance, Tracy and Barbara find themselves cabin mates.

A review of Jonathan Chan’s debut poetry collection, “going home”.

A book review of Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan.