No Such Thing as Monday

by Siân Hughes

Steffie spends her days working in a dry-cleaner’s, trying to scrub the world clean one garment at a time. But no matter how spotless the clothes, she can’t rid herself of the guilt and grime she feels inside.

Haunted by what happened to her sister when they were children, large fragments of which she can’t fully remember, Steffie is stuck in a loop of self-destruction, defiance, and shame.

When her violent, bullying father dies suddenly, it sparks a reckoning that cracks open her past. What follows is an unexpectedly redemptive journey of a woman trying to piece herself together in a world that failed to make space for her.

Raw, exhilarating, and full of heart, No Such Thing as Monday confirms Sian Hughes as a masterful chronicler of life lived on the edge, and people at their most vulnerable.

Genres: Fiction, Literary Fiction, Contemporary

225 pages, Kindle Edition

Expected publication November 10, 2026

Reviews

[Georgina Reads_Eats_Explores]

Some novels tell you what happened. Others circle the thing that happened, the thing nobody can bear to name, and let you feel the shape of the silence around it. No Such Thing as Monday does that brilliantly.

At the heart of this novel is Steffie, who works in a dry cleaner’s and seems to move through life trying to scrub everything spotless, as if enough bleach and elbow grease might somehow get at what’s lodged much deeper. Her sister Caroline disappeared when they were children, and that loss, that mystery, that terrible unspoken question, sits underneath absolutely everything. Every memory. Every shame. Every act of self-sabotage. Every attempt to keep going.

And God, Steffie is some character. Scrappy, funny, raw, self-destructive, observant, infuriating, heartbreaking. The kind of narrator who feels so alive on the page you want to shake her, hug her and sit her down with a strong cup of tea, often all at once. She has that rare voice that doesn’t just tell the story, it drags you bodily into it.

The title is perfect. In Steffie’s world, certain truths are treated as if they simply do not exist. Monday is not a thing. You do not mention it. You do not ask. You learn very quickly what can be said and what absolutely cannot. That idea of family silence, of a whole life being built around denial, is done so painfully well here. It’s not loud or melodramatic. It’s worse than that. It feels ordinary. Learned. Inherited.

There is real darkness in this book: violence, neglect, class shame, gendered power, guilt, grief, the long afterlife of childhood damage. But what impressed me most was how Hughes writes all of that without ever making the novel feel flat or joyless. Steffie’s voice is full of wry humour and hard-earned wit, and that gives the book such force. It is grim in places, absolutely, but never dead on the page. Quite the opposite. It crackles.

I also loved that the novel refuses easy answers or tidy moral packaging. Steffie’s father is brutal and bullying, her mother is painfully passive, and yet Hughes is far too intelligent a writer to turn anybody into a cardboard cut-out. This is a book interested in the mess of people, in what damage does, in how lives are shaped by what is spoken and what is buried.

And despite the heaviness of the material, I absolutely flew through it in a little over a day. Hughes has that alchemical thing some writers have, where even the bleakest material becomes compulsively readable. Sentence by sentence, voice by voice, this just worked.

Raw, dark, tender, angry and unexpectedly redemptive, this is a brilliant novel. One of those books where the voice gets into your head and stays there.

Huge thanks to the publisher for the advance copy. All opinions are my own. No Such Thing as Monday is out now and very much worth your time.

[Jules · Rating 5 out of 5]

When Steffie finds her father dead in his chair, she decides to look for her sister, Caroline, who she has not seen or spoken to for 30 years. Steffie begins to narrate to us the story of her life and though she has gone through more than most of us, she still has a great sense of humour.

No Such Thing As Monday, though dark at times, tells a story of human resilience and strength. Steffie does not have many people in her life who are rooting for her and she seems to have got through most of her life by sheer grit and determination. And sometimes I found myself asking how someone is able to hold on to life in that way when everything is against you, including wet shoes!

This is a story that will have you rooting for Steffie every step of the way, despite her (at times) foul mouth and bad attitude, but you'll easily forgive her. It's probably a good book to read when you're having a bad day because it will certainly give you some perspective.

No Such Thing As Monday may be small but it is certainly mighty! Highly recommended.

[K · Rating 4 out of 5]

No Such Thing as Monday feels less like a story being told and more like someone slowly uncovering parts of themselves they spent years trying to bury. Sian Hughes writes with remarkable control, especially considering the heaviness of the themes she explores.

The novel follows Steffie, a middle-aged woman whose father’s death forces old memories back into her life. Memories tied to neglect, shame, and the complicated bond she shared with her sister. What I loved is that the book never rushes to explain her or make her instantly likable. Steffie can be bitter, abrasive, even difficult at times, but she feels painfully real. I think the human aspect of her is what makes the readers root for her survival.

Hughes also understands that trauma doesn’t always arrive in dramatic or big moments. Sometimes it sits inside a person for years and shapes the way they speak, love, work, and survive. The writing captures that beautifully.

It’s a short novel, but emotionally it feels much larger. The kind of book that settles somewhere deep and stays there for a while. Thank you for the copy @panmacmillanindia ❤️

[Gayathiri Rajendran · Rating 4 out of 5]

Having loved Pearl, I was very excited to read this one as soon as it released and I am happy to say I was not disappointed. No Such Thing as Monday is a moving and emotional novel about Steffi, who works at a laundry shop. One day, she finds her dad Stan dead in his chair and things start to unravel. She decides to search for her sister, Caroline who went missing long ago.

This was such a compelling read for me and also felt uncomfortable at times due to the themes explored in the book. The author has done a wonderful job in crafting the character of Steffi and she writes with such honesty and vivid descriptions that you can picture everything in your head as you read.

Raw and blunt at times, it is a story of loneliness, repressed trauma and how being resilient can lift people up during hard times. Would definitely recommend this if you love character driven novels with emotional depths!

[Annie Tate Cockrum · Rating 4 out of 5]

Really great! We follow a woman, Steffie, as she looks back on her childhood and puts together the pieces of a life that was more horrible than it appeared in the moment. The pacing is really nice - we go between the past and present seemlessly to eventually meet in the present day. The writing is great - very matter of fact and not overly sentimental / emotional. I liked this book a lot and found myself really rooting for Steffie, our not always likable narrator. Thanks to Holt for sending this galley to me, keep your eyes out for this book on its publication date 11/10/26.

[Scott Baird (Gunpowder Fiction and Plot)]

Really enjoyed this one. Recommend the audiobook with the great Midlands accent that really brings Steffie to life, even more than Sian Hughes' great story telling.

[Georgina Candy · Rating 4 out of 5]

This book was a readalong, but it was so good I read ahead and finished a couple of days early!! I really liked Steffi to begin with, then hated her in the middle, then loved her at the end. Her life was luck of all kinds, good bad and awful. She never seemed to catch a break and if she did, it soon turned back into something crap again!

This was such a raw emotional book, full of things you’d never want to go through in life but they all seemed to find Steffi. Her relationship, or lack of, with her sister was a big point throughout and you could tell it left a huge hole and a lot of unanswered questions. The major turning point of her life was her dad passing away, miserable old thing that he was but she still loved and cared for him when others would have told him to get lost!!

i really enjoyed the writing of this one, the way you felt as if Steffi was telling you her life over a cuppa and a biscuit. Someone in the chat group mentioned they’d like to read about the sister, Caroline’s point of view and I agree with that. It would make a great addition to this already brilliant read.

[Barbara Anderson · Rating 4 out of 5]

The opening chapters of No Such Thing as Monday have a droll humour and a deadpan delivery that captivated me. Hughes is English but the writing feels Irish.

Gradually though its tone changes. This is the story of a fractured family, of things concealed, things unsaid.

“What am I trying to tell you? That’s the problem. I don’t know enough to tell you. Only that it was there, all the time, an undercurrent, like a river of dirty water running through our house, changing everything. It coloured the air we breathed.”

Two young sisters in the same family receive inexplicably different treatment; one daughter is celebrated, well fed, cared for. The other is cruelly ignored. This preferential treatment has no rational basis; nor is the marginalisation of the clever older sister ever satisfactorily explained. It creates a puzzle the book seeks to solve.

The book focusses on the favoured daughter as she approaches middle age and attempts to reconcile the past. How to make sense of the ill treatment of her sister? How could she have been such an acute observer yet not intervened? Was she complicit?

Her own life has been hardscrabble; poorly educated, working menial jobs, abusing drugs and alcohol; an unwanted pregnancy … and yet, despite all this, the writing still leans into humour, even if at times it’s somewhat black.

I loved being in this book’s company. It had a raw grittiness that appealed. It was tough, and funny, and real.

[Rita Egan · Rating 5 out of 5]

Every bit as raw, intimate and funny as "Pearl", which was one of my favourite reads of 2023. Steffie is a character I won't soon forget. Hughes writes with such empathy and kindness. This story is like Shuggie Bain without the drear. It highlights all the ways that a person can be left behind when they don't have that one good person for support, how one bad decision can lead to a lifetime of missed chances.

This is on Kindle Unlimited. It is short and will grab you from the first page.

[ruthie · Rating 5 out of 5]

Steffie is the kind of character that stays with you long after the book is finished. Much like István in Flesh!

[mrsbookburnee Niamh Burnett · Rating 4 out of 5]

Oh Steffie has stolen my heart, I loved her and was routing for her all the way through.

Despite her childhood, she had such determination and ultimately just tried her best to get through life, I doubt many people would be able to cope in the situations she found herself in.

This is a short book, but it gives so much, serious issues but with some of the best dark humour which makes Steffie more endearing.

I really enjoyed the authors writing style and will be reading her debut.

[Gumble's Yard - Golden Reviewer · Rating 4 out of 5]

I remember the shame spreading over me, the heat in my hand as I closed the door as quietly as I could and turned away.  And almost immediately I wiped it out of my head. I remember the pressure inside my head, the slippery doorknob in my hand, the urgency of closing the door. And then nothing. I don't know when I let myself remember it again. Not for years. But there it was, like a piece of broken crockery at the bottom of a stream bed, and as you lift it out you recognise the pattern from your childhood tea table in the small fragment. A tiny sliver, but you know for sure it is the same pattern. You can picture the whole plate from this one small triangle. And you think, how come 1 walked past this stream bed all these years, and it was lying there in plain sight among the pebbles and litter and weeds, and all I had to do was look down and see it there? But you didn't.

 
Siân Hughes debut novel “Pearl” was a nominatively determined unexpected treasure on the 2023 Booker Prize longlist (where it would have made my shortlist) and was later shortlisted for the Authors’ Club Best First Novel Award.
 
Like this novel it was published by the UK small press Indigo Press who “publish books to make readers see the world afresh, question their behaviour and beliefs, and imagine a better future” and whose other books I have enjoyed include “Lessons In Love and Other Crimes” by Elizabeth Chakrabarty and “Riambel” and “Tamarin” by the Mauritian Priya Hein.
 
Dealing with post-partum psychosis it drew its title from the medieval poem: (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_(...) which survives in the modern day in the same Coton Nero manuscript  (written in the Middle English of Cheshire) as the better known “Gaiwan and the Green Knight” (which was also very important to the novel and even to its cover) – and was an interesting mix of the fey (partly due to the character of the narrator’s mother) and folkloric (largely due to the inclusion of a childhood rhyme or folk song at the start of each chapter) with a very harder edge (with coverage of not just PPD but also cutting and suicidal impulses – an edge matched in the choice of many of the rhymes/songs). 
 
This her second novel – not due to be published until April 2026, draws on a third of the four poems in the manuscript – Purity (or Cleanness) of which (in an afterword) the author says it is “a collection of biblical illustrations organised like a sermon, where each different story drives home the central message, in this case the Beatitude: Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. The entertaining detail of Purity, however, is much more concerned with the issue of keeping up with the laundry. It has a remarkable number of words for clothes that are old, tattered, patched, out-at-the-knees, or in need of a good pre-wash …………….. I began to wonder whether my narrator spent her lite making the laundry spotless, but never felt she could wash her soul clean.”.
 
As a novel while equally heavy hitting as its predecessor (in this case particularly around childhood abuse/neglect) its protagonist – Steffie – has a much harder poverty-affected backstory.  The blurb compares the book with some insight to Lucy Barton, but unlike Lucy, Steffie does not have the benefit of a move to a relatively comfortable new life to look back on her past.  And overall, this makes the book much rawer and gritty.
 
At the book’s opening mid-50s Steffie is working at a dry cleaners, living in a small flat, and coming to terms with the death of her father is starting to look back at her childhood, realising that there are large parts of that childhood she has deliberately blanked out – mainly relating to her one year older sister Caroline whose explicitly neglectful (to and beyond the point of abusive) treatment by their prize-fighting, domineering/bullying father was something unspoken and unacknowledged in their household even if clear to those outside it (as if – in an analogy which gives the book its title – Monday’s were simply not considered real there).
 
From there the story moves between her present (which involve her already hand-to-mouth, rather frightened existence taking a turn for the even worse as she loses her job and ends up both homeless and in a catering job), her recollections of her childhood and her recollections of the years between (which include a period being dragged into being a drug courier, a child given up for adoption, and incarceration) – and her attempts to force herself to complete the blanks in her past and to consider reaching out to a sister who fled home some 40 years ago and with who she has no contact.
 
Steffie is a superb character – not obviously or immediately sympathetic given much of her past, and hard to directly identify with for most literary fiction readers I expect given her present – but one who the reader finds themselves hugely drawn to and rooting for.
 
I would not dismiss this as a contender for a second Booker longlisting as it is every bit as good as its predecessor, and perhaps even more so as a Women’s Prize contender (albeit given dates not I think until 2027).
 
My thanks to Indigo Press for a paper ARC.
 

[Rendezvouswithbooks · Rating 3 out of 5]

While to write prose as poetry is a knack, skills to write novels as well as Poetry is another level

Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Victor Hugo are some of the classic authors who did that while Ocean Vuong, Vikram Seth are the contemporary ones

But then how should we label the skills of Sian Hughes, who can develop a story from lines of Poems
Yet again like her last novel Pearl, Huges has developed a heart warming story from 14th century poem called Purity

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 1-4

𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 -'𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥.'

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴

𝘛𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦-𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴"


On superimposing the narrative on the poem, this is what I could infer


𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴..𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴..

Steffie worked as a dry cleaner, so while she is cleaning up mess of other people what about her own mess. Does the "purity" she tries to project to the world is it really true or its actually the "mess" of her own violent childhood that she is trying to hide

𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸..𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺

Is Steffie ashamed of all the abuse that she has suffered at the hands of her father. Does she feel "tainted", "impure". Does even God feel the same about her.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴..

The "unwashed hands" make her fear that the violence her elder sister faced by her father & secrets of her whereabouts will leave an indelible stain on her

𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦s..

Steffie does feel social alienation & class displacement. She feels like an impostor in the "clean" normal world. Whether she is interacting with customers or trying to build a life in London, she feels like the person in "patched work clothes" sitting at a table where she doesn't belong

The below written quote from the book talks about the book title & it's context

"It's hard to explain. Imagine someone suddenly starts saying Tuesday comes straight after Sunday. There's no such thing as Monday. You learn not to mention Monday. Monday is not a thing in your house. At school you might write Monday on your page, but you'd never make that mistake at home. You think when you write it out, what a stupid thing they do at school, making you write out a word that doesn't exist. You have to have Tuesday twice in your head every week to catch up, but that's not hard. You skip it over. We skipped over a lot of things in our house"

When Sian Hughes used this technique for Pearl, it felt that no other story could have been created from those lines of Poem but I wasn't sure about this book. While I love the plotline & the sensational dark humor (which was not very much there in Pearl), I felt lack of emotional connect this time

Yet read it for its creativity

[Shubhangi · Rating 5 out of 5]

Years ago, decades really, Steffie too had a sister. She might still be alive, but she doesn't really know. She hasn't talked about her, or even thought of her, in forever now. It's like she never existed, but she did, in all of her memories of childhood, Steffie's sister existed. But she cannot talk about her, especially not with her father, her only family left alive. Until he dies, and Steffie has no choice but to come to terms with what happened with her sister, how come her father had just one daughter when she remembers there being two, what role did she play in what went down, and how her father shaped her life.

To think what a little tragedy it would have been had I not decided last week that I do want to read this book. Steffie is a complex character. She has done things she is not proud of, ignored incidents that she should have spoken against, lived lives she hated, screamed, thrown things, broken stuff, and she did everything for the validation of her father, who is a piece of shit. I am sure there would be readers who might not like her, but I was rooting for her, not from the start, but somewhere in there, she won me over for simply not giving up. This is the story of what she witnessed, things she ignored or forgot, how it shaped her life, and how despite everything there was still a light at the end of the very dark tunnel.

This book has such layered and complicated familial bonds. It is, at its core, a book about parental trauma, what it means to have a father who is selfish and cruel, and yet all Steffie does is for him. For her father, she 'forgets' her sister, and lives a life that he basically ruined. But the way it explores her relationship with her sister and her mother is beautiful, also heartbreaking, but beautiful nevertheless. It's emotional, and tragic, and it made me want to hug these little girls and their mother, who suffered under the shadow of an arrogant and horrible man.

The book is very dark at times, it is difficult to read, but it is also a testament to what holding on means. Steffie has every chance to just stop, to give up, but she doesn't, and even though it takes decades, she makes it right, and she is wonderful. This book is almost two hundred pages of her living a miserable life, but it somehow turns out to be worth something in the end. I did cry at the end, how could I not? It made me so full of joy, it made Steffie so hopeful. And I am just glad to have read this book, and I will be thinking about this, and about Steffie, and Cammy, and their mother for the foreseeable future!

thank you @panmacmillanindia for sending this my way💘

[totesintobooks · Rating 4 out of 5]

No Such Thing as Monday is essentially about grief, silence, abandonment and the kind of childhood damage that quietly follows someone into adulthood. The story follows Steffie after her father’s death forces old memories back to the surface— memories tied to her missing sister Caroline, the neglect she grew up with and the unbearable things nobody in the family was willing to acknowledge out loud. It explores themes of class shame, violence, guilt, survival and how trauma can completely shape the way a person moves through the world long after the actual events have passed.

What I loved most is that Sian Hughes never tries to soften Steffie or make her instantly likeable. She’s bitter, abrasive, self-destructive and difficult at times but that’s exactly what makes her feel real. Her voice carries so much hurt underneath it while still being sharp and darkly funny and I think that humanity is what makes you root for her so deeply.

The writing also captures trauma in a way that felt very honest to me. It’s not written as one singular dramatic thing. Instead, it shows how damage settles into someone quietly over years until it shapes the way they speak, love, work and survive. The silence in this family honestly felt more devastating than anything else. The title itself says so much because in Steffie’s world certain truths simply “do not exist”. You do not ask questions. You do not name the thing that happened. You just learn how to live around it.

One of the parts that stayed with me most was Steffie’s guilt surrounding her father’s abusive nature towards Caroline and how she stayed quiet because she wanted to remain the daughter who was loved more. I thought that was written so honestly because when we are young, the need for love and approval can become all-consuming. Children will carry impossible guilt just to feel chosen.

I also really felt for Steffie because her dreams were never supported by her parents. She was constantly made to feel like she had to earn her place within the family rather than simply being loved. Even after her mother died, she was abandoned by her father too. Yet despite every low point in her life, she keeps going somehow and that resilience made me want to root for her the entire time.

This book reminded me a little of Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati Roy and also the female protagonist in We Are All Trying Here Kdrama— these stories about abandoned children who grow up carrying so much pain yet still fight for survival, connection and love.

[Amie Derricott · Rating 5 out of 5]

Steffie works in a dry cleaners and she cares for her elderly dad – takes him his lunch, washes him and whatnot. One day when she goes to see him, he is DEAD in his chair. As she slowly comes to terms with his death, she starts to relive her childhood, and we learn about her sister, Caroline, who left home when she was a teenager and hasn’t been seen since (or so Steffie believes). We also learn what sort of person her Dad was, how he treated them, and her mom.
We then see Steffie go through a crisis of confidence of sorts. She starts to question her childhood memories, the memories of her Dad and sort of goes on a journey of self discovery as it were.
Along this journey, she loses her job, and ends up working for a restaurant. She finds out she is going to lose her flat as they are looking at selling the building she resides in, so she looks into asking for a transfer through the restaurant as alternative placements come with accommodation – which works out perfectly for her situation. Of course, as you can imagine by this point, ends as disastrously as everything else going on with her at the moment. This results in her decision to search for her long lost sister. She then starts to question everything surrounding Caroline, due to the revelations from her childhood, as I think would be the case for anyone, begs the question will Caroline even want to see her again.

In all honesty, it is a really hard one to review. It was quite a short read, a slice of someone's life. Saying you enjoy someone else's misery, may not make much sense, but I did! I enjoyed reading this. It almost reads as a biographical novel – you can imagine and see how this will have happened to somebody. She is quite an admirable character despite everything she is going through and done – almost defiant in the face of it all. It was quite interesting to see how when reliving memories from the past, how they may have been somewhat, not necessarily, distorted at the time, but more the living innocence of youth, and looking back as an adult you can see through adult eyes what you couldn’t see as a child. She picks up on the negatives of the past – the reasons why Caroline left when she did. What was very strange for me when reading this was how she mentions places like Bilston, Cannock Chase. These are local to me, so it really brought a sense of realism to the story as not only could I imagine what was being described, but vividly picture the scene, as these are places on my doorstep.

[Divya Shankar · Rating 4 out of 5]

Review -
While novels that highlight dysfunctional families, strained child-parent relationships and inherited/ intergenerational trauma are aplenty, No Such Thing as Monday by Sian Hughes shines a spotlight on what mostly stays in the shadow. Yes, it is about parental abuse and associated damage, but it underscores trauma caused by excess parental chaperoning, a greater preference a parent shows to one child over the other.

A father (Stan), a mother (Eileen) and their two daughters (Caroline & Steffie) are the chief characters. The father clearly abuses Caroline, the elder one, doing everything he can to threaten her existence even as he proclaims Steffie belongs to 'his camp' and showers affection over her during their childhood years. The mother is a mute, helpless witness to his actions. Growing up, Steffie is happy to get her father's attention, inherit his recklessness, even believe her sister doesn't exist if it makes her father happy until it takes her his death to realise that the edifice of her 'almost peaceful' existence is in shambles.

No Such Thing as Monday is a novel of resilience and redemption. It shows there is only one way to get through life - live it, through highs and lows for even the normal heartbeat on paper has a high notch & depression. It depicts a woman's uneasy journey from being 'Stan's daughter' to becoming 'The Dog Lady', politely & gracefully carrying her father's little legacy, a journey to atone the wrong for which one's an accomplice, a journey to not just eke a living but a renewed identity after falling into a deep emotional abyss. As heavy as it all sounds, the writing that's unsentimental with a veneer of dry humour lessons the weight.

Like in Pearl, the author shows how powerful and fragile memory is. You erase & suppress its fragments only to find it reappearing vehemently. Poetry is the bedrock of both novels. While Pearl gives an unforgettable, inspiring father character, Stan is every bit abominable.

From hating Steffie to understanding, even liking her in the end, I swung between extremes, until I rested & closed the book with the thought - 'I really like it'!

While the last few chapters dragged a bit and could have had tighter editing, I really liked how the blurb gave me a set of right expectations from the book. There couldn't have been a better choice for the title, in my opinion, a factor again making this a winner for me. Liked it - definitely not as much as the nigh-perfect novel Pearl, but an impressive read that still gives me a swirl of thoughts though it's a week since I finished reading it.

Rating 4.25 stars

[Lucy · Rating 4 out of 5]

Steffie lives a simple life. Before her morning shift at the laundrette, she brings her elderly father breakfast. On her lunch break, she brings him lunch. After work, she brings him dinner. Sometimes she reads him the paper.

Steffie has always been her dad’s favourite child, but she’s never quite understood why he didn’t care for her sister Caroline as much as he does for Steffie. When Steffie tries to look back on her childhood with Caroline, she keeps drawing blanks. Why can’t she remember? What is she blocking out?

One lunch break, Steffie visits her dad to find him dead in his chair. What follows is a painful yet ultimately healing journey for Steffie, her father’s death triggering her to come to terms with many secrets from her childhood she had long ago buried.

I was hooked from the very first sentence of this novel. It reminded me a lot of the opening of Liz Nugent’s Strange Sally Diamond’ and although this book does deal with some similar themes, it goes down an entirely different narrative route.

No Such Thing As Monday is a masterclass in portraying the good, the bad and the ugly (there’s a whole lot of ugly) of human emotion. The mechanisms of control employed across gender and age dynamics within a family are expertly nuanced, as well as the complexities of grief and trauma.

I found there to be a small lack of closure at the end of the novel, but that is the only thing keeping this review at 4 stars. Everything else was flawless, from the writing style that really takes you into Steffie’s messy thought processes, to the distinctive characterisation running throughout the novel.

I wholeheartedly recommend No Such Thing As Monday, especially to those who have previously enjoyed Liz Nugent’s Strange Sally Diamond and Gail Honeyman’s Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine.

Thank you to Siân Hughes and The Indigo Press for the opportunity to read and review this ARC!

[Maahireads · Rating 4 out of 5]

Book Review ✨

A book that started out of nowhere - no defined plotline, no rigid structure, and ended just as unexpectedly.

It follows a girl from her teenage years into her mid-fifties, trying to build a better life for herself while stumbling through a series of questionable decisions. And yet, somehow, it turned out to be a delightful read.

Deeply influenced by her father's habits and lifestyle of drinking and gambling, she not knowing anything better, sees him as her idol.

"I ran up to him every time, buried my face in his black coat, and breathed in his freedom."

A delicate mother and a perfect goody-two-shoes sibling are also part of the story, but they remain in the background. This book isn't concerned with perfection in any form.

It is raw, melancholic, and unfiltered. At times, I didn't even feel like I was reading a book, it felt as though I was sitting across from a friend, listening to them casually talk about their life.

Moments of goodness and happiness appear throughout the story, but they are so fleeting that I could never quite hold on to them. Instead, I found myself confronting the protagonist's loneliness and the consequences of the choices she had made over the years.

As children, when we experience something too traumatic, our minds often bury those memories deep within us. By the time those hidden truths reappear, it can feel far too late. But life doesn't really work in terms of being early or late - it simply is.

In this story of searching for belonging, finding love in the strangest gestures, battling loneliness, and learning what friendship truly means, I went from despising the protagonist to rooting for her, and eventually crying for her.
And that, my friends, is what I call remarkable character development.

The writing is so beautiful and effortless that you'll find yourself flying through the pages before you that you won't realise when you have reached the end of the book.

[Jamad · Rating 3 out of 5]

After the Booker-longlisted Pearl, Siân Hughes returns with another story about damaged families, memory and the long shadow cast by childhood. This time the focus is on Steffie, a sharp-tongued woman working in a dry cleaner’s while caring for her abusive father. When he dies, she is forced to confront a past she has spent years trying not to examine and begins a search for her estranged sister Caroline, whose absence has shaped much of her life.

Steffie is an engaging narrator, prickly, funny and often self-destructive. The novel is at its strongest when Hughes balances the darkness of Steffie’s upbringing with her bleak sense of humour. One of the funniest scenes comes when Steffie steals an outfit from the dry cleaner’s to wear to her father’s funeral, along with a pair of pearl earrings she finds in the pocket. Unfortunately, the clothes belong to the registrar conducting the service. As Steffie observes, she couldn’t understand why the woman was glaring at her throughout the ceremony and thought registrars were supposed to be warm and reassuring. That mix of embarrassment, comedy and sadness runs through much of the novel.

Hughes writes well about guilt, poverty and the complicated ways families can damage one another. The search for Caroline gradually reveals the extent of the manipulation and cruelty that shaped both sisters’ lives, and the novel has genuine emotional weight.

For me, though, it never quite reached the heights of Pearl. No Such Thing as Monday is a decent follow-up, but it almost seems aware of living in its predecessor’s shadow. Like Steffie herself, it struggles to escape a sense of disappointment. Even so, there is plenty to admire in its compassionate portrayal of a woman trying to make sense of a life marked by neglect, shame and loss.

[Deepanshi · Rating 4 out of 5]

There is a way Hughes weaves her story that it straightaway goes and stabs your heart, like it made a mistake by not having gone through you first. Why did you wait for it? Why did you not pick it up just as soon as the book came out, or just as soon as the word of it reached you?

The story feels personal, and so does the book. The writing, the prose, and the entire world of it.
Having read Pearl and rooting hard for that work of hers, the news of this one was an immediate necessity. I wanted to go through it.

I wanted to read it the moment I heard it existed and was out in physical form.

It follows Steffie, a girl, a woman, a person who has been through so much that you might immediately think your own problems are nothing in front of hers. She works in a dry cleaners and lives through it.

She was at her father’s place, and in the middle of the day, she realises he might be dead in his chair. And yes, he was. And then her life starts unfolding through the book. A mother who should have never married. A sister who should have never faced what she faced. A father who should have never existed.

Steffie’s sister left when she was young, and honestly, I was shook reading how much she went through. I could not have borne that.

As I have said a million times, some books hold story. Some books hold experience. Some do both. This one is the third kind. It is raw. It is funny. It is traumatic. It is exhilarating. It is funny, but it is not.

There is violence, bullying, trauma, abandonment, death, and feelings that have no vent.

There is Steffie, without mother, without father, without sister.

And yet, honestly, at a few points I was not able to connect much to the writing. But apart from that, I was sold throughout.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[Rana · Rating 2 out of 5]

They say if a book leaves you extremely frustrated, pissed off or wanting more, means you were attending to a good read. But is that always the case?

No Such Thing As Monday, is one extreme complex story inspired by a poem about purity, that narrates certain points in time of the life of Steffie, the dry-cleaning lady.
The story unfolds with the passing of her father, that opens the various doors of introspection when it comes to Steffie’s childhood and forming years, the secrets of her identity outside being a fighter’s daughter, including the pivotal fall out between her and her sister Caroline due to her leaving house for good at a young age.

Steffie’s story is shown in bits and pieces, full of grief, trauma, avoidance, poverty, housing and family issues, yet unfortunately fails to be tackled to its fullest potential and to meet my high expectations.

The more we learned about this character and her entourage, the more you find yourself searching for more answers, for more background, getting into an aspect of the story before suddenly shifting to the next in a flash, only to feel ignored at the end. The novel was written through the eyes of Steffie and you might find yourself hoping for a different pov, one with which you can see better eye to eye.

Steffie is easily a relatable character. Steffie can be sympathized with. Steffie grew up doing what she felt was her best with her specific circumstances. Steffie lacked the luxury to heal on her own accord. But Steffie didn’t feel like someone I’d want in my life as a friend of companion

Your experience as a reader is always valid, your experience as a reader can include disappointment. Good books can leave you empty, and bad books can leave you empty. And all of it is subjectively tailored to each and everyone’s taste.

[mrsbookworm5 · Rating 5 out of 5]

Synopsis—-Steffie spends her days working in a dry-cleaner’s, trying to scrub the world clean one garment at a time. But no matter how spotless the clothes, she can’t rid herself of the guilt and grime she feels inside.

Haunted by what happened to her sister when they were children, large fragments of which she can’t fully remember, Steffie is stuck in a loop of self-destruction, defiance, and shame.

When her violent, bullying father dies suddenly, it sparks a reckoning that cracks open her past. What follows is an unexpectedly redemptive journey of a woman trying to piece herself together in a world that failed to make space for her.

my thoughts.

I’m so glad the readalong brought this book to my attention — I absolutely loved it.

It’s raw, heartbreaking, infuriating, and at times deeply self-destructive and painful… yet you keep turning the pages with both love and a quiet sense of sadness.

Steffie is such a powerful character. You can’t help but root for her as she tries to survive a childhood shaped by poverty and neglect. The portrayal of her father is complex — a man who loves her and yet whose abuse towards her sister is woven so sensitively through the story.

After her father’s death, Steffie reflects on her life from childhood into adulthood, and slowly her memories begin to make sense. Now working in a dry cleaners, she struggles to stay afloat — losing jobs, drifting between unstable living situations, and being pulled into relationships that ultimately let her down.

One question lingers throughout: why did her sister leave and never come back? It’s something Steffie returns to again and again, determined to understand and, perhaps, find her.

A moving, emotional read that really stays with you. This won’t be for everyone but I do urge you to pick it up ! I have just brought this authors debut Pearl on the strength of this novel .

[Jana · Rating 5 out of 5]

This book was written so well, but also hard to get through. I think I went through every possible emotion with Steffie: I laughed, was irritated, downright angry, wanted to cry for her, shake her and ask her she’s thinking, and hug her! I love that Steffie was written as such a real and flawed character, without trying to make her perfect. The author does an incredible job of showing that humans, often subconsciously, do what’s necessary to get through abusive situations; including looking the other way, convincing yourself something isn’t as bad as it seems, blocking things from your memory, “rewriting” events from the past, etc. Although No Such Thing as Monday (which is a perfect title!) is fiction, it reads like a memoir. If you experienced childhood trauma/abuse, it may be a particularly difficult read for you.

While Steffie is the main protagonist, I do wish there had been a little more about Caroline’s life after leaving and more time spent after they reunited. This is my first book by Siân Hughes, and I’m looking forward to reading her earlier book, Pearl.

Thank you so much to NetGalley, Henry Holt & Company, and the author for the advanced Kindle edition of this book.

[Sulagna · Rating 3 out of 5]

Sian Hughes' No Such Thing As Monday explores grief, guilt and family in such a raw and honest way. It follows a woman named Stef who works in a laundromat finding her father dead in their childhood home. With no one of her own around her she decides to connect with her sister who left their home when they were just teens.

While Stef introspects about the life she lived, she can't help but now interpret the disparity in how their violent and abusive father treated both of them. The book takes a memory trip down Stef's lives and a lot of things start to make sense to her now as an adult— her self-destructive ways, her sister accepting the mistreatment, and her mother's way of coping.

What kind of didn't work out for me was that it felt quite repetitive at times. This was a very character driven book and Stef being in the forefront as an unlikeable character who walks on her path of redemption and forgiveness from her sister did not have that great of an impact on me unfortunately.

[literarybound · Rating 5 out of 5]

I love you Steffie.

Thank you to the publisher for the copy. In this story, we enter Steffie’s world and see everything through her eyes. She has a sister she isn't sure she can speak about (much like many other things in her life). With the death of her father, she takes us on a journey through her memories, from her childhood to the present day.

We watch her grow up and enter adulthood, witnessing her life choices and her regrets. We see the world through the eyes of a child (and later an adult) who is trying to explain what really happened to her sister and the true role her father played in it all.

I cried a lot because I could truly feel Steffie’s pain. In my mind, I could see her so clearly: confused, scared, and yet so brave. I wish I could reach into the pages to hug her and tell her how amazing she is. This is the journey of a woman. Raw, simple, and everything all at once. This is the kind of book I want to see winning awards, and I truly believe it is going to be a modern classic.

Go preorder this book! It is available April 16, 2026.

[Shubhi Saran · Rating 4 out of 5]

If you enjoy raw, messy women at their absolute rock bottom, making questionable life choices, you will really resonate with the story.

We follow Steffie, a deeply flawed, sharp-tongued woman stuck in a cycle of guilt, trauma, and self-destruction. Her childhood was shaped by an abusive father and a sister she lost, and when that father dies, it forces her to confront buried memories and unresolved pain. What follows is less of a plot-heavy journey and more of an internal excavation of grief, identity, and redemption. It explores memory gaps, guilt, and abuse in a way that feels fragmented, almost like how trauma actually exists in the mind. It’s uncomfortable, but intentional.

I have been enjoying character-driven stories a lot lately, so I enjoyed the story a lot. It has heavy themes with sprinkles of dark humour and the pacing is slow and introspective.

My rating: 4.5/5 stars.

[Tina · Rating 5 out of 5]

I've no idea why this is showing as not yet published, but in Australia it has well and truly arrived and is in my local library! I loved Pearl and I loved this. No Such Thing as Monday was the Shuggie Bain I was hoping for but didn't get. Like Pearl, this novel works in the liminal spaces. Hughes does not give us all the answers but she does lead us "by th' nose, as asses are". And, Othello, I think is a worthy comparison for this work - betrayal, manipulation, deception - are all there, along with Hughes's own author note that, "the entertaining detail of Purity however, is much more concerned with the issue of keeping up with the laundry..." And, of course, we cannot cleanse our souls without first washing our dirty linen in public. Bravo Sian Hughes. This is a masterpiece of interpretation, symbolism, imagery and just downright good story telling.

[Judi Ross · Rating 4 out of 5]

I had a book club med this week and we discussed that there are simple books you read for a pleasurable relaxing read and the. There are others that take work but provide great opportunity for a deep dive conversation. NO SUCH THING AS MONDAY is the second type. I fell in love with Steffie. Each time I put the book down she called to me. I was drawn to her determination to find a way to survive in a life that gave her nothing but struggles and hardships. Without getting soapy, the author shared the grit of Steffie’s life and the strength she had to overcome. I can see this as a novel that will show up on literary prize contenders lists. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the opportunity to review an ARC of this novel.

[Shari · Rating 4 out of 5]

No Such Thing as Monday is a gritty hard life story. A tough childhood evolves into a tough adulthood. The female main character, Steffi, lives paycheck to paycheck. Her norm is a stressful life of low paying jobs, undesirable living conditions and constant fear of eviction. The thought-provoking, raw story focuses on her daily struggles to get by and later her search for her older sister Caroline. Glimpses into the home life of the sisters added great depth to the story.

Thank you to the author, the publisher Henry Holt and Company, and Goodreads. I was thrilled to win an advanced reader's edition of this book in a Goodreads giveaway. I love the eclectic variety of books offered by Henry Holt and Company.