ABOUT
THE BOOK

Herra Bjornsson is at the beginning of the end of her life. She has two weeks left, maybe three and has booked her cremation appointment, at a crispy 1,000 degrees, so it won’t take long. But until then she has her cigarettes, a World War II era weapon, some Facebook friends, and her memories to sustain her.

And what a life this remarkable eighty-year-old narrator has led. From Herra’s childhood in the remote islands of Iceland, where she was born the granddaughter of Iceland’s first president, to teen years spent living by her wits alone in war-torn Europe , to love affairs on several continents, Herra Bjornsson moved Zelig-like through the major events of the twentieth century.