I read Michelle Bailat-Jones’ novel Fog Island Mountains for [PANK] magazine this winter. It’s an odd, enchanted sort of book, but what I like best about it in hindsight is its attention to the expat problem of belonging. Can people ever truly belong to countries where they’ve settled as adults? A second question posed by this novel: can people ever truly belong to each other? Bailat-Jones’ responses to these questions are non-prescriptive and imaginative.