Sugarbread by Balli Kaur Jaswal. I liked this better than her Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows, partly because it had lots of mentions of delicious food. There was a similar holding-back of a central mystery, and again it didn’t really work for me (I think I just don’t really get on with that sort of structuring device). Also, there was annoying and pointless fatphobia which the book would have been much better without.
Black Dog by Neil Gaiman. This was OK. I wouldn’t bother reading it again, even though it’s set in the American Gods universe (and I love American Gods, and have read it four times and listened to the audiobook twice). I just got to the end and it all felt a bit... pointless.