Funny and tender, warm and wise, this novel of grief, climate change, maternal love, sisterhood, and one audacious scientific endeavor had me smiling to myself, busting out laughing, and reading passages aloud to anyone nearby. In it, a scientist mother and her teen daughters, all still reeling from a recent loss, embark on an outlandish project: to secretly conceive and rear a woolly mammoth, using DNA they uncovered from a perfectly preserved specimen on a research trip to Siberia. Whimsical, charming, and delightfully ridiculous, with a highly discussable ending that makes it perfect for book clubs. For fans of Kevin Wilson’s Nothing to See Here and Eliza Jane Brazier’s Girls and Their Horses for its similar emotional core (with a totally different tone!).