'The blistering thriller taking the literary world by storm' VOGUE

A FEARNE COTTON HAPPY PLACE BOOKCLUB PICK FOR SUMMER 2026

A SPOTIFY BEST DEBUT OF 2026

The first time, Yrsa doesn’t intend to kill.

But the Cambridge professor sitting opposite has manipulated her friend, stolen her research. When she flicks the bee into his Sanpellegrino, she thinks he’ll get a nasty sting.

Then he’s dead. And Yrsa, who – let’s face it – has been bored for a while, is alive.

It’s a sweet feeling, finally having some control.

Comic, sexy, addictive, unpredictable, Honey is about the not-always-righteous path of taking justice into your own hands.

The essential next read for fans of Butter, Yesteryear, My Sister the Serial Killer, Fundamentally or Boy Parts.

‘Honey is a Trojan horse: a commercial thriller that folds in race and feminist theory. Sassy and pacey, it nods to Promising Young Woman and RF Kuang’s Yellowface’ PANDORA SYKES, SUNDAY TIMES STYLE

‘The best kind of campus novel, satirical and razor-sharp, crossed with a crime story’ GUARDIAN

'Tantalising' FEARNE COTTON

'It's just so clever' LOUISE O'NEILL

'Impossible to predict' ERIN KELLY

‘A beautiful, relentless novel’ ABIGAIL DEAN

'Wow, basically' HARRIET TYCE

'Worryingly relatable' SOPHIE DUKER

‘Yrsa serves up the unhinged hot girl homicide I didn’t know I needed’ SOPHIE DUKER

‘Juicy, dark, addictive, and truly clever. Yrsa is the antihero we've been waiting for’ SILVIA SAUNDERS

'A marvel of a novel, a story that breathes beyond its pages' ORE AGBAJE-WILLIAMS

'A twisted comeuppance story … Wow. Think Fleabag' KIRKUS

'The hotly-anticipated debut … a dark tale which throws light on the intersections between politics, race, sex, violence and love through the eyes of a female serial killer' MARIE CLAIRE

'Dark, thrilling and undeniably hot' GLAMOUR

'Brilliant' SERVICE95

'Sexy, scary, this debut became compulsive reading for me' BELFAST TELEGRAPH

'Thompson writes with wit and precision' IRISH TIMES

'Imani is a writer to watch and Honey is the entertaining (and quietly damning) read you'll need to kick off spring' ELLE