Imagine discovering an animatronic sex doll hidden in the garage. What would you do?

Dolores initially does nothing. She assumes the doll belongs to her husband, David, and their relationship is already strained. They’re not young, they’re not old; they have no children, they keep up with the markers of being middle class and Dolores is well versed in keeping men’s secrets.

But then Dolores and the doll, Zoey, start to talk. What surfaces runs deeper than Dolores could have ever expected, with consequences for all of the relationships in her life.

Provocative, brilliant, and tender, Hey, Zoey is an electrifying new novel about the painful truths of modern-day connection and the complicated and unexpected forms that love can take.