
By Heidi Mittun-Kjos
"Look at the girl. Her glossy jacket gleams beneath the ghostly white glow of the streetlights watching over the tiny shopping square. She drifts from one lamp to the next, fifteen years old, four days into being fifteen. The jacket is burgundy, oversized, a bomber, making her look like an apple with twig-like legs. She passes the closed shop, the video store that's still open, though she isn't going in. She already has almost everything she wants: ten Prince Mild cigarettes in the pocket of her Neneh Cherry jacket, the body of a child-woman beneath her clothes, all of it brand new this year."
One spring morning in 1989, a station wagon pulls into a suburban housing estate. Inside the car sits a man, a friend, a darkness. Many will find themselves drawn to his apartment, a place where all rules cease to exist.
Four months later, a young girl steps out into the evening with revenge in her eyes.
In this dark and hypnotic novel, Heidi Mittun-Kjos explores the vulnerability of adolescence and a first love so consuming it feels like coming too close to the sun