this sweet chestnut. Life is a Story - story.one

Love, for me, has always been centered around chestnuts.The tree and the horse. The letter P. The two boys I grew up with. The girl with the curls. The woman with the pin straight hair. A rusty shotgun. This is an invitation to my life, now open your hands and handle with care.

Autorentext

The author of this book is everything and it's opposite. They have loved and been loved, even though the latter is hard to accept. A person with a deep connection to the past, a sort of melancholy that can only be experienced through several years and several loved people, lost. The author will not reveal anything about herself and simultaneously tell you everything. Marked by years of uncertainty, she looks the past straight in the eye now, tells it to stop making a home out of her, instead makes a home out of her words.

Klappentext

Love, for me, has always been centered around chestnuts. The tree and the horse. The letter P. The two boys I grew up with. The girl with the curls. The woman with the pin straight hair. A rusty shotgun. This is an invitation to my life, now open your hands and handle with care.