In this short Icelandic horror novel, Iðunn wakes up every morning more exhausted than she was when she went to bed. Several trips to various doctors show that nothing's wrong, though that certainly isn't stopping her exhaustion. Then she starts discovering mud on her feet and mysterious bruises...and the neighborhood cats keep going missing...
This is a quick, propulsive read that took me only a couple hours to zoom through. It's unsettling, and unclear, and while the ending was a bit more confusing than I'm used to, I have a feeling it's appropriate for Icelandic horror. Worth a read, if you have a free afternoon.
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