Silvie narrates this story about that time her family pretended they lived in the Iron Age in the north of England. Her domineering father, a bus driver and history buff, arranged for the opportunity to tag along with an anthropology professor and a group of his students to spend two weeks re-enacting life in the Iron Age as accurately as possible. The two men engross themselves in the experience evaluating the authenticity of every aspect, but tension builds between the lifestyle of the Iron Age and contemporary sensibilities, particularly in regards to how women are treated. I found this story surprisingly engaging even though the dialogue was a bit difficult to follow at times. Though, this may have been intentional to give the novel more of a dream-like quality, maybe like a fever dream. But what is the dividing line between a fever dream and gaslighting?