Karl Knausgaard books

My Struggle: Book One

“You were going to bed?” he said. “Yes, we’d been watching TV all evening,” she said. “And he didn’t move when I got up to go downstairs.” “Was it dark outside? Do you remember?” Yngve asked. “Yes, I think so,” she said. I was close to retching. “But when you called Gunnar,” Yngve said, “that was...