“With flawless writing and gothic imagination, Lee shows how a forgotten crime can reveal uncomfortable truths about family, class, and racism. The Conjoined is a fearless novel and a compulsive read.” — Emily Schultz author of The Blondes
“The mystery of how the girls died is not the book’s main focus, but this captivating novel still moves with the pace of a thriller as it deftly fills in the gaps in the lives of several people, each fractured by horrors of their very own, joined as one in betrayal, trauma, and uncertainty.”  — Publishers Weekly
“Though the plot races along, I found depths to The Conjoined that moved me … This book is a gem of necessary truths.” — A Bookish Type
“Sookfong Lee is a gifted writer, telling a complicated story with depth and insight … The Conjoined is a quick, compelling read. But its characters and their stories will linger.” — Vancouver Sun
“This is a story about family relationships and how they can break and fail. It’s also about identity, suffering, broken social systems, and understanding how the past forms us. There’s a lot going on here, but these themes organically engage and shape one another.” — Falling Letters
“An insightful look at a daughter’s efforts to come to terms with the past.” — Toronto Star
“Flawlessly written and a page-turner for sure, The Conjoined is a rare read.” — Owen Sound Sun Times
“Every once in a while, a book comes along that is both universal in its readability and specific in its appeal to Vancouverites . . . This is a page-turner — guaranteed to be read hungrily in one or two sittings — but an intensely literary one.” — Georgia Straight
“Lee’s pen makes dangerous, poetic strokes, creating something both literary and textured, etched in satin and grit. Told in character vignettes too immediate to be called flashbacks, The Conjoined is a hungry and visceral novel, anchored in place and time.” — Scene Magazine
“The Conjoined is a complex, refreshing and relevant departure from a well-worn approach, one that’s best tackled after surrendering your expectations.” — The Globe and Mail