Something about this memoir was mesmerizing to me. It was like a combination of a diary and the Neapolitan novels for the first two parts, and the last part was like a psychological thriller. It was fascinating to read what life was like in Copenhagen during the 1940s, people’s attitudes about the war. Tove’s life was gripping and heartbreaking.

Trigger warnings, though, for abortion and addiction. She is quite frank and describes it in detail.

Food pairing: a cheese danish and black coffee, hah.