I will openly say that I am afraid to pick up this book. I'm just over halfway done the first and I'm not sure I can go through another without getting angry with the characters. Any of them. All of them. Who knows. I understand why Marta acts the way she does, I can guess why Niclas does as he does, I like Bernie and Clotilde is...a little fluffy blonde girl who I don't know well. Hildemara makes me sad. I'm afraid of the relationships --or the lack thereof-- that form (or don't) between mother and daughter. They make me wonder. They make me think. They make me cry. It's the mark of a great author and a brilliant story, but I still don't know if I can handle it.