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384 pages, Audiobook
First published September 25, 2025
In a world ravaged by climate change and food scarcity, twenty-two-year-old Skipper, a skilled sailor, makes a meagre living by reselling plastic debris she finds in the ocean. Though the youngest of three sisters, Skipper lives alone with her grandmother, who isn't that kind to her. Then Skipper learns that her eldest sister Nora is missing. Nora had left home a decade ago to work with an organisation focussing on a solution to the global food crisis. Nora has been Skipper’s idol for a long time, so Skipper knows she has to go looking for her, even if she cannot afford the journey. Their middle sister Carmen, though not too happy with Skipper’s decision, decides to join her on her quest, even though she is meant to start a new job soon.
What lies ahead for the two sisters? Will their journey help them find Nora? Will they be able to put aside their differences for the sake of the larger goal?
The story comes to us in three (unequal) sections, one each from the three sisters’ points of view written in third person.
On this point, Skipper agrees with Grandma: People should never have gotten into the business of trying to manage the weather.
—p.4
"What is all this?" marvels Carmen.
It is the detritus of everything that has ever been loved and bought and consumed by people. It is twenty-five cent bouncy balls, the lid that comes on cups of coffee bought harried in a rush from a café, cheap earphones that broke almost immediately for no reason, cat toys, dog toys, sex toys, fidget toys, baby toys, water bottles, suitcase wheels, an infinite number of pens running out of ink at the moment its user needed to write, telephones with curly cords, flip phones, smartphones and the oversized boxes they came in, clocks that never got someone somewhere when they needed to be there, microwaves, hangers, rubber duckies, packaging from favorite snacks, jewelry bought by teenagers with the first money they earned themselves, slime, food containers, picture frames, trophies painted gold to look like metal, magnets, key chains, just one shoe, battered license plates from first cars, high heels that ended up being too painful to wear but looked fabulous once, little bottles of shampoo from one-night stays in hotels, pill organizers, ukuleles bought on a whim, spoons, forks, knives, chopsticks, bridal shower souvenirs, yoga mats, takeout containers, flat-screen televisions, rubber bands and rubber-band balls, cleaning wipes, retainers lost and found and lost again, gas station sunglasses, straws, hair ties, makeup containers, suitcases bought for special vacations, blenders, juicers, cassette tapes, floppy disks, CDs, records, music players, charging cords, the wrong adapters, plastic plants that could survive neglect, the spirals of spiral notebooks optimistically purchased but only half-filled, the other shoe, beer cans, liters of soda left over from an impromptu office pizza party, and an army of plastic eggs no longer containing a surprise.
It is the last two hundred years of human history come to rest in the great gyre compressed into one, singular, cacophonous moment.
—p.150
Look alive... see these bones
What you are now, we were once
Just like we are, you'll be dust
Just like we are, permanent
—"See These Bones" by Nada Surf