I'm Glad My Mom Died

This book was so great but also absolutely horrifying. Well written and paced with a gutpunching twist after every chapter. It made me sad, it made me yell out in anguish. The translation (to Swedish, by Julia Gillberg) was good too; a few mistakes but a strong command of contemporary, casual, natural Swedish that reads like talking to a friend. I loved this book.

I never saw any of her shows so this book was my first introduction to this writer. I'm kind of out of touch with pop culture sometimes.

"I get to the towel closet and grab the little red dish towel with Christmas lights on it, wet the end of it under the kitchen faucet, and press the wet end into the milk-soaked carpet"

"I head to the kitchen to re-wet it for round two when Mom crosses through and heads for the living room. Anxiety fills my body. I'm just about to warn Mom, but by the time she's out of the kitchen, I know it's too late. "What is this?" Mom asks in a tone that makes me know she knows exactly what it is she just stepped in.

I tell Mom I already started to clean it up, so the wetness is mostly just water, but it doesn't matter. Her mood has already switched.".

"I wonder if there's something different I could have done to get us out the door faster. I wonder if there's something I can do in the future".

I'm not ready to say anything else about this book, but I can't stop thinking about the milk on the carpet, and I can't stop thinking about how it was me holding the Christmas themed dish towel.