This novel might not be the most well-written I have encountered so far, and the story isn't too sophisticatet either, but the atmosphere throughout this book as well as Siegtrud herself and so many tiny, heartwarming details make this a truly enjoyable experience. Having read it on a crowded train I can still feel the endless stream of thought relax and…
Oh well. It is a book that totally got me tied to it in a very, very gentle way, comparable to some charming old lady asking for assistance with the ticket machine. There's nothing more to explain.

Not to mention how much I'd love to pick up learning Icelandic again. ( )