Iðunn is struggling with fatigue. When she wakes up her muscles feel like she’s been doing hard labor and she’s starting to get weird bruises and a lingering taste of blood in her mouth even though her sleep is fairly normal. She’s finally found a doctor who will listen to her but bloodwork comes back normal. After accidentally leaving on a pedometer she’s using to see if being more active will help overnight she wakes up to it saying she’s walked 47, 325 steps. Surely it must be broken. Right?

I couldn’t put  this down and ended up reading it in one sitting; it’s a story I can’t stop thinking about. The pacing is pretty perfect and gives the reader a feeling of dread and increasing anxiety as the story progresses and as we approached the climax I had chills. I also enjoyed the exploration of women’s experience in health and mental health spaces. The translation was also really well done. Trigger warning however, some bad things do happen to cats. I really need to find more of Hildur Knútsdóttir’s work because this was fantastic.

This is perfect for people looking for a short horror filled fast past read that you will not be able to put down. I think this will also appeal to fans of Mona Awad as it gives a similar vibe to her work. 

Thank you very much to NetGalley and the publisher. I received an advance review copy, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.