Beartown (Beartown, #1)

by Fredrik Backman

Say what you like about Beartown, it can take your breath away. When the sun rises above the lake, when the mornings are so cold that the oxygen itself is crisp, when the trees seem to bow respectfully over the ice in order to let as much light as possible reach the children playing on it, then you can’t help wondering how anyone could choose to live in places where all you can see are concrete and buildings.

For the perpetrator, rape lasts just a matter of minutes. For the victim, it never stops.