In Repetition, Norwegian author Vigdis Hjorth's 60-ish main character invites us into the past for a glimpse of her life at 16: her domineering mother, her best friends, her desire to freely experience life as a teenager, the trepidation that accompanies her first kiss and sexual experience with a boy. Repetition is a novel of interiority; the emotional weight of that teenage time is a heady and heavy blanket of memory, and the interior life of the household, in which she is hawkishly watched over by her mother, sends a ripple of unease through the years and a throughline of tension across the book. Within this slim and stunning work of personal fiction, Hjorth crafts a sensitive and disquieting portrait of a young woman on the very cusp of awareness.