When she was seventeen years old, Hannah Kent travelled to Iceland from Australia. She'd never seen snow before, didn't speak a word of Icelandic. All she knew was that she wanted to have an experience - to soak up something of the world. Soon she found herself isolated in a remote part of Iceland in a dark winter. It was a gruelling experience, but she quickly fell in love with the country: with its brutally beautiful landscapes and with its people. On returning home, with images of Iceland's towering glaciers and windswept tundras in her dreams, Hannah began to write. Now, as a mother and a wife, she looks back to that extraordinary year in Iceland.