This was my second book by Indridason and I must say that I loved it as much as the first. This is the second in the Reykavik thriller series and the same detectives are at work again. I must say that the back stories and how they intermingle with the characters is the strength of Indridason’s writing.
You get a complete understanding as to the environment of Iceland and it’s place in the world. He is able to tie in stories from the war eras and how they relate to modern day. Every family presented in Indridason’s books have quite a few failings and this book is no exception.
The protagonist (Erlandur) is a meaty character as well with enough baggage to have a series of stories on his own. His failings as a father and husband continue to haunt him even as his success as a detective soars.
There is something that I connect to with these novels… this was another single-seating read which has been rare for me.
