This is a beautifully written book about a piece of land and the house that comes to sit on it, and the house's inhabitants over many years.
The writing (translation) is gorgeous. You can smell the woods, the meadows and the lake. You get an intimate if fleeting glimpse into people's lives and how they're shaped by history, their thoughts and feelings. Yet you never learn anyone's name. The author uses repetition because for everyone so much of life is repetition, and that is also expressed with the gardener, who does the same jobs over and over no matter who is living in the house.
The end was touching, showing how a house's grip on you can be much stronger than any kind of ownership you could claim, especially the house you spent your childhood in.