Reservoir 13
by Jon McGregor

It was winter right at the start of a new year. In a small English village a girl went missing. Her name was Rebecca Shaw. Rebecca. Or Becky. Or Bex. She was thirteen and on holiday with her parents. The village joined in the first search. The police held a press conference. The year moved on. And the world and the village moved with it.

The disappearance of Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex affected everyone in the village – in one way or another. Her absence haunted the hills. The question she had become echoed through the days and nights. But life, of course, went on. The seasons changed, the flowers bloomed, the leaves fell, the boiler broke down in the school house. The rituals of living were repeated every year. She was thirteen. Rebecca. Or Becky. Or Bex.

This is a book probably like none you have ever read before. None that I’ve read, that’s for certain. Beautifully written, meticulously observed and almost shockingly original, it defies categorization and refuses to do what you think it will do. What you think it should do. To say anything more would dilute the experience of reading it. And reading it is an experience.

Reservoir 13 won the Costa Book Awards for 2017.

Reservoir 13