This book is so weird! I think it's a fictionalized memoir, and it's very stream of consciousness. I loved it and want to read everything else by the author, and the rest of my book club hated it passionately. It's really just breathless random ramblings of a mother to her second child about falling in love (kind of) with the child's father and how obsessed the mother is with writing. It captured so much of the emotional wilderness of being a new mother, and I related strongly to that even though I didn't relate to the narrator. I think if you aren't a mother it would be very hard to connect with this book. It's VERY Norwegian. It's super-short, so if you're at all intrigued, give it a shot.