I bought a book for David. Kind of my apology for not being able to lock his door correctly a couple of days ago. I had a bit of a blond moment and his door is one of those weird security doors. I was paranoid the whole day at work and then almost died of shame when he told me that the door was open.
Spådom, written by Magnus Dahlström, is a story in three parts about a doctor, a policeman and a social worker's private life clashing with their professional. They say Dahlström is a very depressing writer (I haven't read the any of his book).