Honey

Yrsa is bored — bored with her Cambridge PhD, her entitled students, and the endless reading on race and feminist theory that fills her days. She's especially bored with the men in her life, particularly the bad ones. Then, one ordinary afternoon, she flicks a bee into the drink of Professor Richardson, the married don who seduced and betrayed her best friend Nina and stole her academic work. When he goes into anaphylactic shock and dies, Yrsa feels not guilt but a thrilling, unfamiliar sense of control.

What starts as an accident becomes a pattern. As Yrsa turns her attention to other men who have wronged the women around her — including Hugh, an old fling who bragged to his friends about "scoring points" with her — she rationalises every act through the sociological and feminist theory she has spent years studying, even as buried family secrets threaten to catch up with her.

Imani Thompson's darkly comic debut has been compared to "Fleabag channelled by Valerie Solanas" — a razor-sharp campus satire that folds serious ideas about race, gender and complicity into an addictive, unpredictable story about the not-always-righteous pursuit of justice.