Sofia-Lena: The Wandering Snowflake (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

"Sofia-Lena ... " She turned her head a little in her sleep, as if showing that she heard me, but also didn't really want to leave that sweet dream just yet, kind of excusing herself, but only a bit. "Sofia-Lena, we're going now, I thought you'd want to say goodbye before we take off." She opened her eyes and looked at me, as if she hadn't been asleep just seconds ago. As if she had only wanted to not hear, pretending that her world was the predominant one, not our reality. This one, she didn't want. We had been in her cottage for five days now, myself and our two common friends, Sabina and David. It had been a great autumn week, with us canoeing, trying to get some fish and taking photos of each other acting as bears and, yeah, as the salmon in the bear's mouth, too. Playing fools and laughing and just stretching our legs in the quiet sunsets. And now, the first chilling air streams had started to find their ways down our majestic mountain neighbor. Sofia-Lena would be alone for five weeks after we'd left. She didn't really have any relatives or other friends than us, and she got her money from illustrating children's books. Normally she liked the "heavy silence" as she called it, when working from the forest cabin, looking out over her pelargonias on the lake and the mountainside. She enjoyed walking barefoot, allowing the yarn in the rya on the floor to tickle her between the toes and alternating it with the grass outside. It was her way of keeping her mind alert, letting the contrasts remind her of the luck she had two years ago. A bungyjump, eagerly encouraged by her best friend, had gone wrong, and almost cost her the rest of her days. Those things had a tendency to make you appreciate naked toes and wool yarn in the same neural sensation. A lot. While I had no plans of staying, my job didn't allow for more days off, it still felt as if I should. Sofia-Lena was the kind of person who didn't need to speak to say things many times. And this time, her eyes spoke of something very clear and un-subtle. "Stay, or I'll lose myself forever." She had always been a bit distanced in her ways with people, kind of smiling as if she had something else on her mind at the same time that caused the smile to only reach halfway between her and the person with her. It made people kind of shrug their shoulders, smile back in a friendly manner and leave her to not lose the attention on her private, inner world. I couldn't figure out why she would be feeling this way, though. Sure, five weeks is a long time, but she had neighbors and a phone. I was too pragmatic to realize that she had a secret, and it was something that I could never have dreamed of to exist in hers, or anybody's life, ever.