I finished this on the plane home today, and it did in fact make me Cry In Public™️ (which I must admit, is an average experience for me). But, this hit home for me! A book about toxic love, insecurity, and depression. Also, why are all the books I've read by Irish writers so sad? Are y'all ok?
Lyrical, auto-fiction about a contested will and a family’s dark past. Reads in the vein of Rachel Cusk or Deborah Levy, but very Norwegian. Never thought I’d be so invested in a battle over the deeds to summer cabins in a place I’ve never heard of.
