Kris grew up in the tiny fishing village, Siglufjörður, on Iceland´s north fjords where her mamma ran a pool hall and raised eight daughter and a very spoiled son. Daily visitors at her house told fortunes and ghost stories for entertainment. The family was forced to flee to the south coast of the island after the herring was depleted and no one could afford to play pool or gather in the family kitchen to tell ghost stories and tell fortunes. Some of the sisters ventured further south, to America, where Kris began her career as a motel maid, then journied up the career ladder across eight states and so many universities.
She writes so well, it was a joy to read. Two thirds of the book was about so much of her life in Iceland, with her parents, grandparents and siblings, and that was the absolute best part. She peppered the book with Icelandic word and terms and I found myself wanting to write them all down. Really worth reading.