Writing is mostly a very lonely activity (not sure if activity is the right word in my case). So, when suddenly a ray of light enters the dark space where I exist it brings great joy. And a moment of light. Today, paralysed in front of my computer waiting for words that just would not emerge, I googled myself. The ultimate egocentric frivolity, I suppose. I happened to land on a German review of my second novel, Die Nacht tägt deinen Namen. And suddenly there was light. Beautifully written, it expressed such profound sympathy and understanding of my intentions that I felt like crying.

Read the review here (in German): Die Nach trägt deinen Namen

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