Sommerboken by Tove Jansson, tried to start both 30. November and 3. December, read in its entirety 7. December (apart from the introduction by Tove Nilsen because it seemed spoilery and I forgot about it until now) (Sunniva)

As "randomly" as we selected these books, we still selected authors we knew, or at least one of us knew, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that all of the books (7 so far, out of 9) have been enjoyable, even if they have all also had their problems.

This book I really like as well. It has no moral problems as far as I can tell (trespassing doesn't really count), and the parts that I don't outright enjoy, I still enjoy for their quirkiness and something which I've chosen to think of as a Northern Scandinavian something. Yes, I am clearly a master of words.

After looking through many book shops and second hand shops for this book, I finally found it in a commercial book shop in Oslo last weekend, when I was there for the Global Dignity evaluation meeting, and also to meet friends – some of the girls I went to Nicaragua with, and my friend Maja whom I both studied and lived with in Falmouth. I had a brilliant but tiring time, since I've been moving house, finishing the layout of our Nicaragua photography book, working almost full time in day care centres, and then this Oslo-trip came in the middle of my post-move-and-no-sleep-week-developed-cold.

I finally realised I would be better off reading the book on my trip to Harstad this weekend, when I was spending six hours return on a boat on Saturday... And I read it in about two hours, even reading slowly.

The way she writes... This might be imagination, but I do think it represents a Scandinavian way of thinking, a Northern way of thinking, which she is aware of, with her comments on the people coming from town, and the different ways of the island dwellers.

Sophia's grandmother must be the one I identify with the most. Partly in the ideas of child rearing – which again I see reflected in the day care centres where I work – and again I (maybe vainly) think of as Nordic – but also in being very independent and in need of time away from the people she has around her, in being stubborn and doing stuff because she has decided that it should be done or she wants to do it, and starting to prepare for leaving the island way before time, preparing for all eventualities... I could go on for a while, it seems.

I wonder what the dad's work is. Writing? Or sculpting? I believe I read that Jansson's parents were artists.

As I finished this review, I quickly read the introduction, to see if I'd missed something. The only thing was that Tove Nilsen wants to see it as a novel, talking only of one summer. I disagree, or if it is, then the chapters are in a jumbled order, because we move from midsummer to late summer (with darkness) and back to the flowers blooming in May. An impression of different years also gave itself to me, for unknown reasons. Maybe Sophia gets older? I can't be sure. The only thing I can say with certainty is that I will have to read this many times, and that I hope to discover new things again and again.

Now, my last comment will be that I wrote all this on my laptop without the letter 'e'. Please give me some kind of prize?