Wilde mossels (2000)

A gone father, plus a mother too close for comfort. That’s the basic recipe for aimless self-destruction in this unpredictable, nervy, beautiful, funny, touching, and sometimes cute coming of age story set in wide open but isolated Zeeland.

Ripe with both trite clichés and new ideas, making a tired genre feel fresh. In my book of friendship and longing without knowing for what.

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