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"Well-written, captivating, and poetic, with an incredibly beautiful visual side. It’s literature at a truly high level, and I honestly can’t contain my excitement. Read it, and then read it again."
– Litteraturformidleren
"Extremely hard to be unaffected by as a reader."
– Littina.nu
"Back when she disappeared. Smoke chasm, heavy lungs. Gravel in her shoes. The most precious thing she owns. What he said, he said: my intention was actually to rape you. She said: – I had an inkling. The sky was gray, the sea was gray, the sea from the other side of the globe. Is there anything else other than the concrete floor of the beach house, is there anything else anywhere, is there any other feeling, other than him on top of her? Heavy, warm, heavy, there’s nothing else to do, she cannot move. She looks ahead, she lies on her back and stares up, eyes, rings. Stubble, rough. It hurts, there’s nothing left of her, he has taken it all. The cement scratches her back. Her body is gone, from now on she will have to pretend. She wants to disappear. Rough. Her lower body is a crater. Slippage. Cement. There is a comet."
