I've slowly read Karl One Knausgaard's "My Struggle" series over about 6 years. I'm not a fast reader and I've taken breaks between each book. The sixth book, the longest by over triple the next longest book in the series, was a slog to get through at times — more than his previous books. The infamous 800+ pages on Hitler and the third reich while ridiculously fascinating and interesting is admittedly tough to get through. And it is only Knausgaard's ability as a writer that keeps you reading.

I don't really know what to say other than these books made me feel the way that the best art has always made me feel — less alone. To say I relate with him is an understatement. And the parts where we are very different people he writes in a way where you completely get his headspace and logic.

I know the entire premise of this project is controversial and if you wish to throw the whole thing out because you think it's exploitative I won't try to change your mind. But Karl Ove has given me one hell of a gift with this series and made me feel a lot less alone. Reading this series has deepened my love for my wife in ways no traditional romance film or book could've; it has reignited my passion for reading; and it has helped immensely with my depression.

I cannot recommend this series though. Like a lot of great art, you have to be open to it and interested. It can't be forced upon you. If this series sounds at all interesting pick up vol. 1. It's a hell of a read on its own. And if you do read this series and know me I'd love to talk about it.

Thanks for this hellish, harrowing, beautiful, naked, raw, boring, dull, selfish, narcissistic, exploitative, heart-wrenching gift, Karl Ove.