TREES ARE SELF SEEDING is the only one of my books that is autobiographical. The story unfolds on my grandparents' farm outside Elsinore in another time and depicts just one single day when my three wonderful, quirky uncles, Nea the cook, Grandma and Grandpa populated the land of childhood.

"Objections disappear like dew before the sun. Iselin Hermann has written a crisp little masterpiece about a summer's grief ... she captures the air and the smell, her finely registering poetic momentum remains in the present as a small concentrated scent of grass and hops and perfume." (Politiken)

"Imagine if the past could be captured and held in a small plastic bag. Iselin C. Hermann has certainly captured it in her novel - with a wonderful twinkle in her eye" (Fyns Amts Avis)

"The novel's external action is almost completely absent, but it has become a charming sensory book that writes the events through the language itself and lets the material and characters take on a life of their own" (Information)