“She jerked as from an electric shock passing through her body, darting towards her hands and descending to her feet. He pronounced the name like a foreigner. So he had a reason to be there, he was looking for her. This wasn‘t some common burglar, but rather someone who knew who she was. Hafdis Hannesdottir, minister of justice.”

On a dark September night Hafdis is roused by an unfamiliar sound. Is there an intruder in the house? Her health is delicate, as the ministry is under enormeous pressure, the refugee crisis has sparked anger in the community and there are protests in the streets. And then an old girlfriend makes her appearance and Hafdis is forced to recall a fateful winter in the Austurbaer Primary school a quarter of a century earlier. A forceful and haunting contemporary story of friendship and trust, about those who belong, and those who are ostraziced.

“A gripping story, well written and brilliantly plotted; this is a book
that is easy to connect with and hard to put down until it is finished.”
MORGUNBALDID DAILY

“This is simply a great book, written with
sensitivity, humor and great narrative joy.”
VIKAN WEEKLY

“Well done! … One of Sigurdardottir’s most accessible books … Very
exciting. One might just take this book to the summer house or to the beach.”
KILJAN, NATIONAL TV