Our Missing Hearts

Not long after his mother left, Bird had found a slip of paper on the bus, thin as a dead butterfly's wing, in the gap between seat and wall. His father snatched it from his hand and crumpled it, tossed it to the floor. But Bird had already read the words at the top: ALL OUR MISSING HEARTS. Praise for Celeste Ng. 'Tender and merciless all at once' Jesmyn Ward 'Celeste Ng is always witty, engrossing, unsparing and original' Meg Wolitzer'A writer of the first rank, among the very best in her generation' Joe Hill'There are few novelists writing today who are as wise, compassionate and unsparing as Ng' Financial Times.