To Siberia
  • Published: 1 August 2011
  • ISBN: 9781446402818
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 256

To Siberia

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1 Aug 2011
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IMPAC Winner Per Petterson's second novel - the stark, poignant tale of the bond between a brother and sister.

In the bitter cold of Danish Jutland, where the sea freezes over and the Nazis have yet to invade, a young girl dreams of one day going on a great journey to Siberia, while her beloved brother Jesper yearns for the warmer climes of Morocco. Their home, with a pious mother who sings hymns all day and a silent father, is as cold as their surroundings. But the unshakeable bond between brother and sister creates a vital warmth which glows in spite of the chill and the dark clouds that threaten to overtake their dreams.
  • Published: 1 August 2011
  • ISBN: 9781446402818
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 256
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About the author

Per Petterson

Per Petterson was born in Oslo in 1952 and worked for several years as an unskilled labourer and a bookseller. He made his literary breakthrough in 2003 with the prizewinning novel Out Stealing Horses, which has been published in fifty languages and won the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award and the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize.

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Praise for To Siberia

A compassionate, moving but clear-eyed view of family relationships... Overwhelming emotional power

Independent

A stunning introduction to a writer

Washington Post

Beautifully written....wistfully sad... Petterson is a writer of great talent and originality

Scotsman

One of the past decade's most moving novels

Guardian

The past and present collide almost violently, and it all sneaks up on you in a way that makes you catch your breath

New Yorker