Transit is a road novel of the heart (albeit one in need of a bypass). Trying to cross London for a St Valentine’s Day vengeance, Ed with his trusty Angel pass through the city’s strange emotional twilight, full of bizarrely recognizable characters, twisted scenarios and illustrated with Ed’s own photographs of the journey.

Transit is a sordid little tale about soiled and damaged people that takes place over the course of one night. Citron tells it with snappy well honed prose …and the hardboiled cynical bite of Spillane.’ Independent on Sunday

A nasty yet compelling urban  novel but with less conscious contrariness and a lot more genuine zest  than her rule bound  peers. Martin  Millar like visions of metropolitan life on the fringes of society, edgy mystery and decidedly dark rom com mesh  awkwardly  at first , but quickly become absorbing as Citron  takes her road trip tale off the beaten  track.’ The Scotsman

‘The story is deftly told by the seemingly candid psychotically charged Ed in flashbacks  of admission giving the tale  a nihilistic drive. Citron spins a nasty taut urban thriller.’ The Observer

‘When I started  reading  Transit I had no idea what I getting  myself into.  Citron  is an incredibly  talented writer  and this, her new novel is one of her best to date . Both compelling  and disturbing at the same time whether you love it or hate you definitely  wont be able to stop yourself from feverishly turning the pages.’ The Irish World

‘Citron’s dialogue is so exact, so sharp there’s not a surplus word. In fact the writing is so smart, so sexy, you almost forget that the author is making a very strong statement about the spiralling decline of urban society… With a passing nod to Brett Easton Ellis’ Glamorama andAmerican Psycho. She has caught the mood of a the narcissistic noughties generation admirably, and almost made their anarchic world attractive.’ Irish Independent

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