The Kirstin trilogy has sat on my shelf for years after my mother gave it to me telling me I HAD to read it. Someday, I tell her; someday, girlfriend. Though I don’t know any Norwegian except how to say “good fish, it tastes like underwear” so she probably doesn’t even understand me. She just thinks I am lazy. Right now I have 23 books next to the bed who are in line ahead of you Kirstin. All of them easier to swallow than your trilogy, or fishy underwear.

(But good on your grandma! She rocks!)