Heidi Mittun-Kjos writes about one of the hardest, most important, most unpredictable lessons of life: You don't always get to reap what you sow. But you might get to reap something else entirely. […] The thing that, more than anything else, is breathing life into this novel, is the use of highly specific and local ways of tracking time and place. When talking of the grandparents, the expressions are intimately tied to their time on the island, their culture. It is reminiscent of Matias Faldbakken’s Stakkar (2022), with its country jargon on speed. Mittun-Kjos uses this device way more subtly. The effect is one of a narrator who sees, remembers, and senses her location in a way that is almost unknowingly shaped by the past, the history and her family through generations.
MorgenbladetGirls in trees is the gripping story of a family, written in a lyrical prose. […] Much is never stated out loud but must be read between the lines. This, too, the author manages masterfully. The result is a gripping and very well-written book.
Stavanger AftenbladMasterful. […] In Girls in trees, Mittun-Kjos weaves together themes and wordings to create a splendid thicket that it is delightfully difficult to untangle oneself from. The small things in life are elevated to and integrated with the big things in a characteristic and controlled manner, in a forceful story of the value in what is and what will be.
DagbladetHeidi Mittun-Kjos’ second novel is a gripping family saga. […] Each family member contains a universe of their own, a fate as common as it is catastrophic. […] Mittun-Kjos charges these varying components of life with grandeur and melancholy. […] All in all, Girls in trees sticks out from all the rest in this year’s Norwegian book pool, boding well for a continued authorship.
Klassekampen BokmagasinetThe author trusting her style, and thus demand something from the reader, is a great asset. If one patiently registers the qualities of the prose, one ends up finding oneself not with any ordinary family saga in one’s hands, but with an extraordinary one. The characters are conjured by tone and temperature as much as so-called ‘pure description’