what was i thinking?

Eight weeks out. Still on the floor.

The Floor is part two of the what was i thinking? trilogy. It picks up where the first book left off. Not recovered. Not fine. Just still here.

Hannah is sleeping under her grandmother's blanket, eating soup she didn't ask for, and slowly learning what it means to let people in. Into the flat. Into the kitchen. Into the parts of herself she has spent years keeping locked.

This is not a story about recovery. It is a story about the floor. About what you find when you finally stop pretending you are fine, and what it takes to begin, imperfectly, to come back to yourself.

With Judyta, who says everything through soup and silence. With Zoe, who shows up and stays. With Iris, who asks the questions no one else knows how to ask. And with Will, who arrives with bread and says nothing and somehow that is exactly right.

A story about female friendship, intergenerational trauma, and what it means to come home to yourself.

For readers of Deborah Levy, Maggie Nelson and Sally Rooney.

For every woman who has ever lain on the floor and didn't know how to get up.