Do you believe in destiny? Yes? But isn’t destiny just another way to limit yourself? The patriarchal slightly set version of “that’s just the way things are”? “Nothing you can do about it”? “You’ll have to suffer in silence”? “Life isn’t always a piece of cake”? And especially for women, of course. Who belong in the kitchen and next to their husband.

In Silje Bergum Kinsten’s second novel, Where Did I Go?, the main character Anne lies awake next to her husband and is certain that she perhaps, possibly, wants something completely different, but she’s not sure what exactly. Whatever happened to the real her while she fulfilled everyone else’s expectations (marriage, career, the nuclear family, etc)? And isn’t it about time to challenge this so-called destiny?