𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖 (𝔹𝕠𝕪 𝕩 𝔹𝕠𝕪) ❤️

Yeah, as you’ve probably already guessed—I’m Odd. And no, I’m not called Odd because I’m odd, thank you very much, but because here in Norway it’s actually a completely normal name. Like… Grandma-approved and everything. Trust me, if I had a nickel for every time someone abroad chuckled at my name, I could afford a vacation somewhere with less rain and fewer sheep.

I’m twentyfive. I don’t have a cat, kids, or a particularly interesting life. What I do have is a perfectly average apartment I bought two years ago in a small, fog-soaked town on the west coast of Norway. You know, the kind of place where time moves so slowly that the moss is more productive than the people.

Why did I buy a place here? Excellent question. Was it because I love the deep, poetic connection to my roots? Absolutely not. It’s because everyone else around me did it first. And when you grow up in a town like this, it’s kind of expected. There’s this unwritten rule that says: “If you’re born here, you stay here. Forever. Until the cold, wet ground swallows you whole.”

Move away? You might as well commit social suicide. Or worse—skip the local football season.

Anyway.

I’m writing this book because something happened last summer. And I’m talking really happened. The kind of thing that would make you either believe in fate, magic, or a very elaborate prank orchestrated by beings far smarter than me. And I know what you’re thinking—“Oh here we go, another dramatic guy trying to turn his minor inconvenience into a literary masterpiece.” But no. This is not that.

This? This is the story of how I met Linus.

How I went from bored, aimless, and possibly allergic to romance—to standing in the middle of a forest with a half-dead, confused guy staring at my smartphone like it had just whispered the secrets of the universe to him.

Linus was... something else. I didn’t know where he came from, what he wanted, or why he looked like he’d stepped out of another era entirely. What I did know was that he needed help. And somehow, for some reason I still can’t explain, I felt like helping him was the most important thing I’d ever do.

What happened after that? Well, you’ll just have to read and find out.

But I’ll tell you this: nothing in my life has ever come close to what that summer brought.

Not the boring parties with my two idiot best friends. Not my family’s overly complicated Sunday dinners. Not even that one time I accidentally became the town’s accidental hero for chasing a sheep off the local soccer field (don’t ask).

So buckle up, friend. Because this isn’t just a story about me.

It’s about instincts, secrets, timing, and the kind of connection that makes absolutely no logical sense—but somehow still feels like home.

And if you don’t believe me now?

Give it a few chapters. We will begin from the start.

I dare you.