‘Eva always had a feeling that parallel to her own, another life existed. A life that she could lead, if only she worked hard enough. Finally she knows what the main character of such a life would be like. This also means that she has to play herself all day long, while she is actually someone else. That someone else is Josephine. Actually, she thinks, I am you.’

Josephine is a clever book about navel gazing, aesthetics as a means of cultural analysis and about the internet, saturated with the stories we tell ourselves – whether they are correct, or not.