The Adult is a gorgeously written, queer coming-of-age novel about innocence, identity, yearning, sex and poetry. It follows the story of college freshman Natalie—shy and solitary—who meets an older woman and is drawn into a relationship with her. 

When I was designing the cover, I started with the title. On the surface, the word ‘adult’ has no moral or dramatic character, it is just a noun. But in the context of the novel, it is a complicated question. What is an adult? When we say that two people are ‘adults,’ are we implying that they are equal?