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The Child by Kjersti A. Skomsvold

fktkaye's review against another edition

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emotional reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? N/A
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.5

anroli's review against another edition

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emotional hopeful reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? N/A
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.75

En nydelig liten bok om å være menneske og mamma. Godt skrevet om å oppleve hvordan livet blir satt i perspektiv når man får egne barn, og allikevel hvor selvoppslukte vi mennesker fortsatt er. 
Denne boka, som nærmest er en liten selvbiografi, vil jeg tro enten treffer eller blir helt skivebom. For meg traff den en nerve. 

kristinvdt's review against another edition

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3.0

Godt språk og refleksjoner over morsrollen.

sageliketheherb's review

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reflective relaxing slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? N/A
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? N/A
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

3.25

pecsenye's review

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dark emotional funny hopeful slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.75

This book is so weird! I think it's a fictionalized memoir, and it's very stream of consciousness. I loved it and want to read everything else by the author, and the rest of my book club hated it passionately. It's really just breathless random ramblings of a mother to her second child about falling in love (kind of) with the child's father and how obsessed the mother is with writing. It captured so much of the emotional wilderness of being a new mother, and I related strongly to that even though I didn't relate to the narrator. I think if you aren't a mother it would be very hard to connect with this book. It's VERY Norwegian. It's super-short, so if you're at all intrigued, give it a shot. 

anmast's review against another edition

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fast-paced

2.25

For det meste sytete og negativ og selvmedlidende
Slitsom lesing 

kairhone's review against another edition

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emotional reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? N/A
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.25


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spittingyarn's review against another edition

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4.0

I leapt on this book when it was recommended to me. Literary treatments of those very early days of motherhood are so rare, I feel I want to read them all.

Addressing the eponymous child (her second), Skomsvold writes about her internal landscape and all the different loves - fragile, enduring, difficult - that delivered her to this point in her life. She writes particularly well about her relationship with her children’s father and often it feels like that is the tenderly beating heart of the book.

I loved Skomsvold’s delicate, fragmentary writing. On early motherhood, the book felt like it was missing something of the engulfing, visceral brutality of it (Rachel Cusk achieves this brilliantly in “A Life’s Work”). I did, though, find myself re-reading her description of labour: “all the time I was in the woods, my thoughts beneath a tree, looking up into the branches.” It certainly captured something of my own experience.

A welcome addition to the body of life writing by women.

lucys_library's review

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challenging dark mysterious reflective fast-paced

3.5

literarylocd's review

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i think it’s hard to critique what is obviously a memoir of sorts. you can’t quantify the accuracy of one’s personal experiences bc they are, at their very core, personal. 

that being said, the writing felt flat. there were hints of clarity, of an overarching theme but it just didn’t land.