Librarians receive many ARCs from many publishers. We hoard these book and sit on them like dragons. Or, more accurately, we drool over them and put them on our to-read shelves (also literal bookshelves) and sometimes do not read them for some time. Or, this might be behavior specific to me. I finally read When I Forgot and can't believe this gem has been lingering in my dragon-librarian's hoard, unread for so long. It is beautiful, lyrical, tragic, painful. Told from the point of view of the youngest child in a family of four--the ideal father, mother, older brother, younger sister combo, which is far from ideal in reality--the now grown narrator cannot escape the pain of her dysfunctional and abusive family. Her brother is in a mental institution. She has not gone to see him for some time, though she thinks of him constantly, remembering, and these memories are sometimes accurate, sometimes untrustworthy, sometimes idealized, but all of the time, searing. This novel is translated from Finnish, and I always wonder what is altered in translation. I can't say, but the translator did a gorgeous job, working from what must be gorgeous--if painful--material in its original language.