This book mirrors life itself by shifting the role of the protagonist from one person, one generation, to the other smoothly and effortlessly. We follow the lives of Alfred, Eeva, Sisko and Reino, then their children Aleksandra and Sakari, before moving on to Santeri and Anders. The book has a wave-like feel to it, which feels both detaching and alluring. It is both melancholy and sentimental at the same time, and the end result is somewhat sad - all lives end, all of us are here for a limited time that can be either significant or feel very insignificant indeed.
That's how life works.
The natural-feeling, true-to-life-itself way of narrating this novel was both a blessing and a curse for this story: even though the experience seemed authentic and meaningful, the novel felt to be dragging on at the same time. There are pages that feel unnecessary, and the story progression seems slow. But then again, that's what life feels like: it drags on and we remember only those moments that feel meaningful for us. The title of the novel mirrors that experience beautifully.
First I was really apprehensive about whether I can actually like this novel, since I usually get attached to the first protagonist and care only little about his/her children, but somehow Kitti managed to get me hooked on Aleksandra and even her boy, Santeri. I was impressed. Rarely a reader comes across such authentic-feeling reflection on life.
Anyway, I give this only three stars just because the novel felt way too long and it included material that seemed unnecessary. I also would have liked to have a little more conclusive take on family ties: as authentic as this novel felt, it still lacked the authenticity of presenting family ties properly. Alfred and Eeva's other children (Pirkko, Katariina and the one-I-cannot-even-name) were hardly even portrayed in the novel after they moved out from their childhood home, and seemed to have little to do with their little sister, the protagonist, Aleksandra. It didn't seem right. I'm sure a lot of siblings can get detached from each other in adulthood, but since this novel seemed to ignore them almost completely, it felt unauthentic.
Though one thing I have to mention as a major plus, despite this rather low rating: I loved how the narrator sometimes told beforehand what was going to happen to the characters in a style of "But the cold didn't get better and she died three weeks later", which gave a little bit laconic feel to the novel that I absolutely loved. It emphasized the life-like feel, I guess.
But, anyhow, read this novel if you're into authentic stories that mimic real life as it is.