The Silver Bones of Frances Winter

'I swear I can hear the creak and crack of my bones growing in the night.The weight of them, a whale washed up on the shore, the rusting carcass of a ship.My growth is an unstoppable force, impossible to contain.Where will it end? That is forever my question.'At eight years old, Frances is almost the same height as her father; by sixteen, she is over six feet tall. As she continues to grow to an extraordinary height, Frances seeks a way to reduce her size and struggles not to lose herself in the process; desperate to remain hidden, while longing to be seen, and loved for who she is, all of her.But the streets of Victorian London are not an easy place to be a woman - least of all one as striking as Frances.Wooed by the showman of a questionable 'theatre troupe,' taken in by shrewd spiritualists and charmed by a collection of hedonistic Pre-Raphaelites, Frances must reckon with what it means to inhabit a body that does not conform; grappling with how the world sees her versus who she is discovering herself to be.