The novel that carried me back to Iceland

Burial Rites by Hannah Kent is the kind of novel that settles deep into your bones—haunting, stark, and breathtakingly beautiful in the way only Iceland can be. As I read, I was carried back to our family’s travels through that extraordinary landscape—past black sand beaches, moss-covered lava fields, and horizons so vast and otherworldly they hardly seem real. Much like Iceland itself, Burial Rites feels raw, quiet, surreal—its story shaped by isolation, resilience, and a rugged beauty. A must read.