![]() “I knew that this little voice, this tiny, insistent voice, was not God and it wasn’t some muse and it wasn’t anyone in the world except for me,” she thinks when the phrase enters her mind. Zeke and their quest draws Frankie outside of herself, and the words that come to her are a sort of revelation. In his absence, home in tiny Coalfield, TN, with her mom and eighteen-year-old triplet brothers, Frankie thinks, “I lived inside myself way more than I lived inside of this town.” Then Frankie meets Zeke, a fellow awkward teenager who is in town for the summer while his mom regroups after discovering Zeke’s father’s rampant cheating, and the two decide to dedicate their days to making art with each other. We are fugitives, and the law is skinny with hunger for us.” Frankie is an awkward, friendless teenager whose dad has just left her mom for his secretary, who he moves north with shortly before she gives birth to another daughter whom he also names Frances. ![]() ![]() Kevin Wilson’s latest novel, Now Is Not the Time to Panic (out today), revolves around a phrase that the protagonist, Frankie Budge, conjures the summer of 1996 when she is sixteen: “ The edge is a shantytown filled with gold seekers. ![]()
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