Another good read

Didn't get to enjoy the sunshine today..., snif, so I'll resort to my other hobby, the reading bit. Unfortunately I haven't been able to figure out if this book was translated into English. I wasn't able to find a translation so I think not...  Which is a shame, because this was again a very good read.

In the beginning it feels like reading an Astrid Lindgren book for adults. A nice young couple with little children move to a fabulous new home on the Swedish countryside, in a close knit community. Something odd happens though. There is a little man living under the stairs... Every family member reacts different towards this unknown tenant. Slowly the book gets a grip on the reader, being me. I got very anxious to go on and on until I finished it. The Lindgren atmosphere was replaced with an atmosphere of more suspense, like Hitchcock. And you get to wonder, what is real and what is not? A question that lingers on, long after the book is finished.

I finished the book yesterday. Tonight I finished watching the TV series Unsere Mütter, unsere Väter, a German TV series about five young friends who meet up in Berlin in 1941 and promise each other to meet again in a year, when the war is over. No such luck, the war prolongs. Every one of the friends goes into this direction or that and through them we see what a war does to man and humanity.

I thought I had seen almost every angle there was to be seen about the war, but apparently I didn't. A very good series. One of few TV programmes that really got to me.

To end on a positive note. Ausländer, if you read this: the book I read was translated in German, so it might be something for you to read? Der Mann unter der Treppe.

And now I'm moving up one floor in the company of my present read, A Teaspoon of Earth and Sea. Even though I read about 90 pages I still don't feel like I am "in" the story yet.