From the award-winning, bestselling “literary pied piper” (The New York Times Book Review) who brought us Boy, Snow, Bird and Gingerbread comes a charmingly surreal novel about self-sabotage, self-deception, self-love—and the many selves inside us sparring for control.

Kinga is a woman who is just trying to make it through the week.

There’s a Kinga for every day: on Mondays, you can catch Kinga A deleting food delivery apps. By Friday, Kinga E is happy to spend the days soaking, wine-drunk, in the bath.

Kingas A-G, perhaps unsurprisingly, live a varied life—between them is a professional matchmaker, a scent-crazed perfumer and a window cleaner, all with varying degrees of apathy, anger, introversion and bossiness. At least three of them are Team Toxic.

It’s an arrangement that’s not without its fair share of admin, grudges, and half-truths. But when Kinga A discovers a man tied up in their apartment, the Kingas have to reckon with the possibility that one of them might be planning to destroy them all.

An account of seven particularly busy days in an already hectic inner life from master storyteller Helen Oyeyemi, A New New Me cleverly asks: what if the different sides of your personality had trust issues with each other? How many versions of oneself can one self safely contain?