As good as The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart, maybe even better.
The narration often switches to memories of the past. At first, I barely recognized the time changes, until I got used to it. The story begins to speed up after the first hundred pages. Everything before that sounded more like an introduction and was slow to read. That was the moment when I fought with myself to continue reading. I’m glad that I kept on, wishing that the story would have gone a bit longer. I fell in love with the mythical and northern folklore. I’m in awe of the impact those stories have on the people living there and what it means to cherish them for generations. A simultaneously emotional and tragic story about loss, friendship and family.
