Rachel Joyce is moving away from the quiet, solitary walks of her previous hits into a more claustrophobic, group-dynamic mystery. The Homemade God looks to be the big literary read of the summer—sweaty, intense, and deeply observant about the way families splinter under pressure.
It’s less of a 'beach read' and more of a 'sit in the shade and feel everything' read. If you're looking for a book that treats family history like a crime scene, this is it. It's smart, it's emotionally taxing in the best way, and it's written by someone who knows exactly how to pull at your heartstrings without being cheesy.




