‘I live here alone in a garage, together with a laptop and an old hand grenade. It’s pretty cosy.’ And… she’s off. Eighty-year-old Herra Björnsson lies alone in her garage waiting to die. One of the most original narrators in literary history, she takes readers with her on a dazzling ride of a novel as she reflects – in a voice by turns darkly funny, bawdy, poignant, and always, always smar...