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Then one day, out of the blue, M.Y.R. Mali told us, “I’m going to Iceland,” and vanished for a full month.

 The next time we met, she brought back a bottle of fish oil and some dried fish strips, heavy with the scent of the Icelandic sea—proof that she had really been there.She looked mysterious when asked what Iceland was like, and positively blissful when she said, “I soaked in hot springs every single day.” Well, of course—M.Y.R. Mali is a devoted (naked) bather, after all.Just opening the first chapter nearly left my jaw hanging. Once again, writer M.Y.R. Mali had gone and done something. She went and did so many unexpected things there—things we never would have imagined. What were they?Find out together, right now.