Everything I write is true, Ellisiv Lindkvist claims. In this book she for example give us the vision of going dancing in the village she comes from, and then tells the tale of her experiences as a prostitute. The texts move between being personal and private. But are they really? The question that lingers is always this: What can a girl really write about? How long will she be a girl? And is there something other than the role of being a mother for us women out there?
"In one way or another, Linkvist manages to convey existential seriousness in her texts."
"Tight little stories (...) they contain both desperation and dark humour. (...) I can do nothing but wait for more, however true or not."
"For she writes well Lindkvist. Sharp, dark, humoristic, and with the ability to balance the personal with the recognizable and communicative."
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