Does true love really exist? And is he someone she can stick with?

She has moved from the countryside to Oslo; her children have grown into teenagers. Then her husband dies. For five years she has been in deep mourning; she hasn’t been close to anyone. Then she meets her childhood friend again—the one who, at certain times in her life, has meant everything to her. Is it their turn now?

He was called “The Travelling Trophy” and was the handsomest boy in the village where she grew up. Haven’t the two of them always been meant for each other, in a way? But she’ll never move back home, and he’ll never move away. So they decide to keep things casual. Neither of them could have imagined what would happen when they met again. Can she dare to love again? Can she handle it?

A longing runs through this entire novel—a longing to surrender—and a fear of doing just that. It is a novel about unbearable love—the kind that can consume a person—and about desire that cannot be restrained. No Language for Love is brimming with humor, desire, secrets, and fear.