At age 55, this Swedish writer stuffed her belongings in her car and drove down to settle in Bretagne. That indicates some force of character, and it's that character, combined with a remarkable sense of phrasing, that makes reading her so terribly worthwhile.
'Priset Pa Vatten i Finistère' is about her arrival and settling in her new home-country (no doubt extra fun by our shared experiences) and it's irresistible; attaching, thoughtful, brainy and perspicacious. Here, a decade later, she breaks up from her house - for reasons that remain obscure to me - and moves to an apartment in a major Briton city.
It is still thoughtful and attaching and all the rest - because she is still she - and I still read with a constant smile because her prose is so stylish.
It's not side-splittingly hilarious, but Jeeez, it's so witty!!
(As I'm reading her in disorder, the following book is here : 'Och Ett Skepp...')