About fifteen years ago, I checked out a book from the library, which I would like to locate again. It was a slim volume, recently published by a female author. I remember from reading the cover blurb that she was in her 20s and it was her first book.
I believe that the title had the word "Maze" in it, as that was what drew me to the book. I read some of it, but I did not finish, since the whole thing was written as a kind of opaque prose poetry. The protagonist had "swallowed the compass rose" at the entrance to a maze, and (guided by that direction-finding element) was making their way through the labyrinth, toward some unknown goal and meeting enigmatic other maze-dwellers along the way.