Summer. The season when we will all find some time for a trip. Smaller or bigger, near or far. On an island, in the village, abroad, or on that beach that is half an hour away. Either with a lot of luggage, in case something is left behind, or with a couple of clothes and space to fill up there. Travel either in reality or imagination.

This was one such book. Full of summer and love and romance. But at the same time clearly of the dark spots. Characters so real, so vulnerable, with all their facets and wounds exposed. Like all of us. A book about the complexity of relationships, but mainly about the difficulties around understanding ourselves. A book about the complexity of relationships, but mainly about the difficulties around understanding ourselves. A book that plunges you into the truth whether you want it or not and makes you think about your choices. Not for anyone else. For you.

Maybe there, in our smallest or longest journeys, the opportunity is created, that moment when you touch something from your own truth. If this will become something more?

The choice is yours.