I’ve never read a book quite like the debut novel from Lindsey Lane, EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN. I could compare Lindsey to authors like Meg Rosoff and David Levithan, writers who are adept at weaving multiple characters and storylines together to create one fascinating narrative ARC. I could compare her to Rainbow Rowell and Laurie Halse Anderson, who know how to hit you right in the feels, but keep you clutching their books for dear life, begging for more. I could compare her to so many other brilliant writers. But she’s Lindsey Lane. And she does her own thing. And she does it beautifully.
EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN is the story of a missing boy, Tommy Smythe. Sort of. It’s also the story of a bunch of other people who knew him, had run into him, had heard of him, and could have known him if their paths had crossed in a slightly different way. It’s the story of migrant farm workers and popular girls and nerds and victims of violence and kind strangers and runaways and mechanics and rich kids.~ read more ~