Clare Thompson Imagine that perfect, movie-worthy moment when your eyes meet those of a handsome stranger across the room and you just know you're meant to be together. Got it? Great. Now imagine the complete opposite. That's how I met Oliver Brooks, tears and all. But that didn't scare him away. Oh, no. We clicked instantly, but I'm not looking for love, no matter what that little voice in my head or my nosey roommate say. Oliver Brooks I've seen...

A memoir of place, belonging and compulsion I didn't give my hands much thought before they turned against me. They've not attempted to snatch away my life in any literal sense — thankfully my unwell brain and its troubled, dexterous agents have never veered in that direction — but at the time I'm, we're, writing this, it would not be untrue to say that they have been chipping away at my life, slowly, slowly, in a way I could never have predicted. When...