A review by jessferg
The Greenhouse by Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir

4.0

I always find it hard to write about books that don't have a plot, per se, because it ends up feeling like I'm saying they are dull when that's not true at all. Case and point: The Greenhouse.

Essentially the story can be described as "A young man road trips to a monastery where he plans to restore an overgrown rose garden. Along the way he gets appendicitis, gives a lift to a teenager, and reflects on the death of his mother and the birth of his daughter."

Who would read that? (I mean, besides me, obviously.) And yet it's really a lovely character-driven story with well-rounded emotions and actions. His involvement, or lack thereof, with the mother of his child is an interesting piece of the puzzle and while in the beginning it's a bit confusing (and slightly maddening) in the end it becomes quite an important part of the story and the character's development.

I love reading this kind of thing between a bunch of non-fiction or after a highly-strung plot line - it resets what I'm reading for and reminds me that the best stories are the ones that are the truest to real life.