Retitle it "Norwegian girl, interrupted."
OK, that was a cheap joke. They're both personal asylum narratives, but unlike Girl, Interrupted, Under Observation isn't obnoxiously snarky or self-aggrandizing. And besides, Skram isn't insane, just nervous and terrified and desperate. Now, keep in mind it's a naturalist novel-- everyone is a victim, the world generally sucks-- which I like (word up to Balzac and Dreiser) but which many people won't.