We Pretty Pieces of Flesh

Shortlisted for the Dylan Thomas Prize and the Goldsmiths Prize Longlisted for the Gordon Burn Prize From the winner of the BBC National Short Story Award The lives of three teenage girls are torn apart by a secret in this gut-punch of a novel - for fans of Eliza Clark and Megan Nolan 'It feels essential. You will read nothing else like it this year' GUARDIAN 'Blistering, brilliant, savage and smart' EIMEAR McBRIDE Ask anyone non-Northern, they'll only know Donny as punch line of a joke or place they changed trains once ont way to London. But Doncaster's also the home of Rach, Shaz and Kel, bezzies since childhood and Donny lasses through and through. They share everything, from blagging their way into nightclubs to trips to the Family Planning clinic when they are late. Never mind that Rach is skeptical of Shaz's bolder plots; or that Shaz, who comes from a rougher end of town, feels left behind when the others begin charting a course to uni; or that Kel sometimes feels split in two trying to keep the peace - their friendship is as indestructible as they are. But as they grow up and away from one another, a long-festering secret threatens to rip the trio apart. 'An astonishing polyphonic debut' Irish Times, Books of the Year 'Sublime' Roisin O'Donnell 'Brilliant and original on every level... she is a writer like nobody else' Elizabeth McCracken 'Electrifying... Written in what feels like a new and utterly distinctive female voice, it is very hard to put down' Mark Haddon

Colwill Brown was born and raised in Doncaster, South Yorkshire. She holds an MFA from the University of Texas at Austin, where she received a James A. Michener Center Fellowship, and an MA in English Literature from Boston College. Her work has appeared in Granta, Prairie Schooner and elsewhere. For fifteen years, she's lived with ME/CFS, a debilitating neurological disease triggered by a virus that, due to systemic medical neglect, currently has no treatment. A proud Donny lass, she claims to have played bass guitar in (nearly) every rock venue on South Yorkshire's toilet circuit.