Strange Girls

Praise for Strange Girls

“Touching, infuriating and painfully true, Strange Girls is a superlative novel by one of our most perceptive writers. Sarvat Hasin is an artist whose work demands to be read.”
—Julia Armfield, author of Our Wives Under the Sea

“Simply sublime—about that feverish, feral first finding of true friendship that becomes all-encompassing and reforms who you are.”
—Kiran Millwood Hargrave, author of The Mercies

“Sarvat Hasin is a storming talent and Strange Girls is a beautiful and yearning read.”
—Daisy Johnson, author of Everything Under

“Intimate yet mysterious, Strange Girls is a tense and enthralling portrait of a relationship that resists definition: friendship, romance, sisterhood. Sarvat Hasin writes love in all its troubling forms with beautiful nuance, and this novel is an entire world unto itself. You’ll hate to leave it.”
—Mikaella Clements and Onjuli Datta, authors of The View Was Exhausting

“A novel of rare clarity and insight, aching with a complex, deeply felt love. I was captivated and moved from the outset.”
—Megan Hunter, author of The End We Start From

“A novel both radiant with the brightness and wonder of youth, and wise-eyed with the dissolution of idealism. Sarvat Hasin is a brilliant chronicler of the human heart, and this book will move and enthrall anyone who has been deeply entwined in friendship, love, and nostalgia. (that is, everyone!)”
—Sharlene Teo, author of Ponti

“Strange Girls is another dreamy, hypnotic novel from Sarvat Hasin, a writer who is a consummate expert in evoking the sweetness and pain of nostalgia. It’s a poetic ode to yearning and desire; a book that transports the reader to hazy sunlit afternoons, the faint scent of cigarette smoke, lipstick on wine glasses, words that go unspoken and love that lingers forever. Utterly gorgeous.”
—Jennifer Saint, author of Ariadne

“I adored Strange Girls. Beautifully written, Sarvat Hasin perfectly captures university life in the noughties, the all-consuming intimacy of closeted queer-coded relationships between young women, and the unbearable weight of unspoken feelings. Perfection.”
—Alice Slater, author of Death of a Bookseller