Alix E. Harrow’s The Everlasting is being made into a Netflix series!

According to the Variety article, “should everlasting If ordered to series, it would join Netflix’s list of book adaptations, which also includes queen’s stake, bridgerton And leave the world behind“

read an excerpt from Dreaming of dead but electric sheep By Paul Tremblay!

There’s new sci-fi thriller on shelves this week Dreaming of dead but electric sheep By Paul Tremblay, a genre-bending, Philip K. dick-meets-weekend in bernese A near-future story filled with technology, video games, AI, and nightmares.

If you haven’t picked up the book yet, you can read a short excerpt below Full excerpt on PEOPLE! Dreaming of dead but electric sheep Paul Tremblay was released by William Morrow on June 30, 2026.

Well, the next-to-last thing in the world she wants to do is have another abstract conversation with Muggle Mom about what and how Julia is doing 13 months after graduating from a small, expensive, local (Janice’s words, filled with disdain) college with an impractical (Janice’s words) degree in communications and film studies.

julia video call She wants Janice to see how tired and upset she is.

Janice answers. She is a white woman of about fifty with Mediterranean complexion. She has tied her black-but-graying hair into a ponytail. Large blue light-blocking glasses weigh down the bridge of his thin nose. She wears expensive workout gear and is sitting at her huge desk in her even more spacious office. The large window behind him glows with the glow of San Francisco. Office lights are dimmed until sunset. Julia knows it’s sunset time at the office because Janice showed her all the settings. “Desert Sky” was the brightest.

“There’s my genius daughter calling from the Lizard Lounge,” says Janice. Janice’s use of “genius” instead of other adjectives is on par with “unambitious” or “unfocused” or anything that comes up with “un-.” She wouldn’t mind being called hard-working, but in Janice’s mind, no one works harder or longer than Janice, and her calculations don’t equate Julia’s 60-plus hours a week at two low-paying jobs to actually working hard.

“I’d rather be in the lounge on a Sunday night than in the office,” says Julia.

“Trust me, I’d rather stay home. But…” She shrugs, looks around the office, and doesn’t finish the thought.

Julia completed the work for him. “Unbridled capitalism waits for no women?”

“something like that.”

“Is there anyone else there?”

“Just security and me.” She smiles It’s sad and honest.