Hella Goode, Empress Era

Hella’s plan was simple: fix a roof, stack the cash (found in two abused vacuums), and get on with life. Then the house starts moving furniture, her neighbor shows up with a brand-new hearse, a woman with cat eyes wants to teach a man to eat pussy on her porch, and Travis releases a song that makes her private life public property.

One minute she’s counting coins, the next she’s counting contractions.

This is the story of how a messy, brilliant woman stitches a midwifery practice, a sentient house, and a found-family together using duct tape, nettle tea, and a hard-earned stubbornness. Part caper, part love letter to small-town resilience, the book asks: can a house and a woman do birth on their own terms? Spoiler: they will try, hilariously and sometimes disastrously.