The place that stayed with me: I would not have become a writer were it not for Iceland
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<p>As a teenager I<strong> </strong>wondered what I would have in common with this Nordic island. Then my teacher gave me a book of poetry</p><p>Lying in my bed, I listened to what sounded like a woman screaming outside in the dark. I picked up my pen. A month of living in this Icelandic village and I was still unaccustomed to the impenetrable January gloom and the ferocity of the wind; its propensity to sound sentient. I had started to feel like the island was tryi
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<p>As a teenager I<strong> </strong>wondered what I would have in common with this Nordic island. Then my teacher gave me a book of poetry</p><p>Lying in my bed, I listened to what sounded like a woman screaming outside in the dark. I picked up my pen. A month of living in this Icelandic village and I was still unaccustomed to the impenetrable January gloom and the ferocity of the wind; its propensity to sound sentient. I had started to feel like the island was tryi