Katherine Heiny
In Next Year, For Sure Zoey Leigh Peterson pulls off a difficult balancing act, creating deeply nuanced characters while sacrificing nothing for forward movement. Her bright, clear prose is as addictive and deceiving as a bottle of prosecco: you think one more sip, just one more sip—and before you know it, it’s three in the morning.
Aryn Kyle
Next Year, For Sure is one of those rare books that is so honest and alluring that while reading it I felt the giddy intoxication of finding a new best friend. In prose that seems simultaneously effortless and masterful, Zoey Leigh Peterson writes about the magical and ephemeral nature of love, the ebb and flow of relationships, the mysterious shifting of present into past. This book is smart and fresh and full of surprises, with characters who are so richly drawn, so complex and funny and achingly vulnerable that knowing them left me with a sense of being better known. Upon finishing, I want to read every single thing Zoey Leigh Peterson has ever written and ever will write, books and stories, birthday cards and grocery lists. This novel dazzled me.
Library Journal
10/01/2016
Award-winning short story writer Peterson offers a first novel about relationships, circa 2016. Because lovers Kathryn and Chris are so close that they have their own private language, it's something of a surprise when Chris is attracted to a charming young woman he meets at the Laundromat. Kathryn encourages his fling as just that, failing to understand how deeply it will undermine their love.
