Since I've been reading a lot of English books again lately, I thought a German book might be in order. (This is a rule of mine I put up when I noticed that my German vocabulary was slowly dwindling away- German is my mother tongue, after all.) And since I've been wanting to reread this book for a long time, I'm going to read Jan, mein Freund by Peter Pohl. It was originally written in Swedish (Janne, min vän) and has also been translated into English (Johnny, my Friend), in case any of you want to check it out.
I don't know how old I was when I first read this book, but I must have been about twelve years old. Since then, I've read it three times if I'm not mistaken, and I keep being drawn back to it, as I have never fully understood it. It doesn't tell you everything, but it just says so much, and I've discovered new things during every read. The language is held simple and the story seems to be flowing naturally although there is some kind of inevitability to it. Peter Pohl is just such a great author who really seems to know about nuances. I think that this is a story which is really finely woven, a brilliant and layered story about friendship. Peter Pohl has written other books as well, and I've been wanting to read them for a long time, but I've never really looked for them or something. I think I might also be a little scared that they might turn out different from what I expect because I love Jan, mein Freund so much and I really don't want to be disappointed.