A Wicket of One's Own is a love story. Not the sort with orchestral music and slow-motion running through fields. The sort with bin day and burnt toast and a peacock who clearly thinks he's the main character. It's about two people who have spent their lives hiding, one behind clever concepts and the other behind professional detachment, learning that the bravest thing you can do is let someone see you properly. Funny, warm, and packed with more duck-related drama than seems strictly reasonable, this is a novel about finding your people, finding your place, and finding that the green triangle is objectively better than the purple one.
