An intense story about love, self-deception and dangerous secrets.

“One has to be two, you said, and I should have been a book, I should have been endless. I should have been on your bookshelf, or laid on your table, or rested in your hands. And you should have flipped my pages, read me, scribbled in my margins, tiny animals, childish figures, live well and don’t erase me. i shouldn’t want for more. I should’t want any longer. But that you would forgive this book. The smallest words, and the largest ones.”   

 In Ida Hegazi Høyer’s third book, a young woman meets a young man, and it’s love at first sight. He is a student of philosphy who impresses her deeply with his intellectual talk of indvidualism and his free spirit – he seems like the perfect man. They move into a small apartment, and in the days and weeks and months to come they become completely engulfed by one another. But it does not take long before she starts harbouring feelings of unease. Small signs, oddities, suggesting that he might not be what he pretends to be.

Forgive me explores the darker sides of everyday life in a realism that borders onto the dreamlike and absurd, with a language that entices and surprises the reader, not without glimmers of black comedy.