And Anna, the main character, says:
I haven’t done time with the witchdoctors [psychotherapist] not to know that no one does anything to me, I do it to myself.
I got the book years ago, in 2008 maybe, from mom’s friend Vivi. It feels like it’s been standing in my shelf for years. But I couldn’t have read it earlier. I wouldn’t have understood it. Now was exactly the right time to read it.
And yet, do I over-identify? Do I create feelings that I don’t have, in sympathy with the characters, as a kind of mirror-reflex? I have a very vivid imagination, and I have a tendency to be carried away by it.
I guess I’ll just have to see who I am once the book wears off.
It was great, though, I can tell you that. Amazing. All the way up there with “Anna Karenina” and “Pride and Prejudice”.
Katja Malmborg 