This might have been the most talked-about book of 2026, and it brought the term tradwife to the consciousness of the many thousands of people who had no idea. Natalie Heller Mills is an influencer who sells the pioneer life to millions of followers — raw milk, farm eggs, five kids, a husband, a ranch in Idaho, all of it shot beautifully and none of it done by her, since there are nannies and hands and a producer off camera. Then her husband sleeps with the producer, Natalie hits her, and the whole brand goes up in flames. But then she wakes up cold and filthy in 1855, in a pioneer version of her own family, who will not let her leave the ranch. Is she going crazy? Was she always crazy? Did she enter a wrinkle in time? Does she have even one redeeming trait? I enjoyed the book immensely, but read it mostly horrified as I thought about real-world influencers and the repugnant economy that makes them possible. Also, I have notes on the ending, but won’t spoil it.