1987. An isolated farm house in the east of Iceland. The snowstorm should have …

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1987. An isolated farm house in the east of Iceland. The snowstorm should have shut everybody out. But it didn’t. The couple should never have let him in. But they did.
An unexpected guest, a liar, a killer. Not all will survive the night. And Detective Hulda will be haunted forever . . .
I was so impressed by this book. I’ve never read any Icelandic crime book and I now want to read so many more. The setting was just perfect- as I mentioned in my last review I love books set in rural, isolated environments. This was certainly that! The couple barely even left their house in the winter and had to ski to the local village. Erla mentions that she has run out of books and can’t get anymore from the library because of the snow… like I think we can all agree that’s an absolute nightmare😩 I often don’t like books with detectives or police involved but I loved Detective Hulda. I found her story equally as engrossing as that of Einar and Erla. The story comes together quite quickly but it completely comes together- I wasn’t left wondering about anything. Everything was cleared up. I loved the subtle clues left throughout and the seemingly mysterious connections between the characters that came together so well at the end. I’m really looking forward to reading more from this author and to reading more Icelandic crime fiction.