An ok thriller ruined by the entirely unnecessary sex scenes and the general sexual objectification of the female characters.

This is not the book I was expecting (hoping for).

Save for the penultimate chapter, I found most of it to be quite boring and unenlightening. On the other hand, it really helped me fall asleep.

I was a little anxious when I saw that this book returned to within a few years of the period in which book 1 is set.

As it turned out, I need not have worried. I blooming loved this tale which, in fact is something of a prequel to book 1.

Generously rated at 3, but I am not tempted to read any others.

Nearly a 1. There were parts of this book I rather liked but, overall, I thought it was something of a mess which increasingy fell apart.

Be aware, there is no real conclusion at the end of this book - it is merely set-up for the next in the series.

Less a thriller, more a deeply unsettling psychological ride in the head of a killer.

(Should be 2.5)

I think I liked the idea of this book more than its execution. It rather left me as cold as a Leningrad winter.

I found this to be a bundle of ideas in a rather one-dimensional story.

The first part in a series, for which I have no desire to investigate further.

I have classed this book as “funny” but, in truth, I am not sure I laughed even once.

I really enjoyed Part One of this book but Part Two was such a slog.

Perhaps a slightly generous 4 star, but I did enjoy the series and I felt this book was my favourite.

Much modern SF rather disappoints me, so it has been a pleasant surprise to find a series which has held me throughout.

Though this is promoted as an Inspector Erlendur novel, Erlendur is not in it. It is about his colleague, Sigurdur Oli.

Well, not actually about Erlendur.

This feels as though the author wanted to get inside the head of one of his side characters - Erlendur's colleague Sigurdur Oli.

Not the best in the series, but it drew me in.

Dated and generally uninteresting collection of SF short stories.