With all the poignance and wit of Sally Rooney, and a plot as irresistibly outlandish as My Sister, the Serial Killer, twenty-two-year-old Eloise Rodger has delivered one of the year's boldest and most captivating debuts, an unforgettable novel about the unbreakable bond between two sisters and a deal with Death that might unravel both of their lives for good.

“A wildly imaginative romance, and a heartbreaking tale of sisterhood, Death’s a Bitch is like nothing else I’ve read before—it will have you laughing out loud on one page and sobbing the next.” —Kathryn Stockett, author of The Calamity Club

Marcie had been gone for three weeks when I met Death.

Eighteen-year-old Aggie should be spending her weekends pub-crawling through freshman year and secretly hating all her new friends. Instead, she’s passing her Sundays in a room with stick-on flowers and padded table corners, visiting her younger sister, Marcie, who has been placed in a full-time psychiatric facility for a serious eating disorder. Aggie feels lost without her best friend, and she’d do anything for Marcie to get better. . . .

Then, one evening, the Grim Reaper appears in the dim light of Aggie’s bedroom—not a hooded man with a scythe but an elegantly dressed, impossibly frustrated mother. And she wants to make a deal. If Aggie delivers on Death’s unusual demands, Marcie will come home safely. So, there isn’t much choice. Aggie accepts.

Death’s a Bitch is a Faustian tale with a beating heart; a love story between two sisters; an exploration of loss, sickness and siblinghood; and a novel about growing up, letting go and learning to live with your mortality.  It’s a wickedly clever debut from a prodigiously gifted young writer that asks the ultimate question: how far would you go to save the life of someone you loved?