On the farm, father mows the grass. The sunlight glints in the scythe. Agnar stands in the long, lush grass and looks on. This is his home now. Yet it doesn't feel like he belongs here.

Agnar may well like it here, but he also doesn't. It's nice to be able to leave here, like when his mother and he travel to the city. But they will soon be back here. It's on the farm that Agnar will be now. With mother, father and the animals on the farm and in the forest.

In Brynjulf ​​Jung Tjønn's young adult novel, the farm is both a magical and completely ordinary place, a refuge and at the same time a kind of open prison. There is always something rattling around.

“I was thoroughly impressed by how deeply the author managed to explore the characters without concretely defining everything (...) There is so much depth embedded in his phrasing, making it a compelling read.”
Framtida

"The protagonist is torn between painful and tender feelings. The thoughts emerge like weeds, not unlike Per Dybvig’s illustrations in the book; it is dark, dense, and unruly, yet at the same time fragile—and original."
Klassekampen