With Iceland noir fast approaching, I have been catching up on my Arnaldur Indridason books, as he is the Guest of Honour for this inaugural festival.
I have, however skipped a couple of novels for a couple of reasons. I stopped reading his books a while ago as at the time I was having a serious Scandinavian / Nordic phase and (Camilla Läckberg, Jo Nesbø etc) was beginning to get my characters confused, so the last one I read was book four, The Draining lake, which I loved.
That, and that I realised that he is now on book nine, and whilst I am a fairly prolific reader, with the increasing number of books I have to read, I wouldn’t get to through them all before we head to his homeland.
Hence I have just finished book 7….
This is the first of Arnaldur Indridasons Reykjavik series that I have read that doesn’t feature his main detective Erlandur. I was surprised at first thinking it may not be as good, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I read the book in a weekend and loved the way I got to see and understand so much more of Elinborg as both a policeman and a person.
As complex as ever, all the way through I was convinced that I has sussed out who did it and why, only to find I couldn’t have been further from the truth.
It’s a great read, and whilst making me keen to catch up to book 9 I also can’t wait to go back and read the two books I have skipped.
If you love Chelsea Cain, you will love this.
I read The Never List back in March after being passed an early review copy by a friend. I have to say I was impressed. The speed of the novel was just right, and the plot kept you engaged all the way through. In fact it is another of those books that I picked up to see what it was like, and ended up finishing in just a couple of sittings.
I’ve started and stopped reading this book several times in the past and never got beyond the first thirty or do pages.
I have no idea why this should be, because yesterday when I picked it up I was hook immediately, which is why I didn’t put the book down again until it was finished seven and a half hours later….
Well that was certainly a change from what I’m used to from a ‘James Patterson’ book.
It’s like he’s trying to be a faster paced, but far less technical Michael Crichton with this novel, and he doesn’t do a half bad job. It’s as fast and easy to read as the rest of his books, and certainly a great break away from his normal thriller themes if you find you like his style but are in need of a change.
A previous “co-author” of James Patterson, around five years ago he broke the ‘mould’ and went out into the world alone. It was one of the best things he did, his writing has improved consistently and I absolutely love his books.
*Please note in some countries this book is known as Eyes Wide Open
There’s always one way to make a night shift go by quickly.
Read a book.
and when it’s a James Patterson book it is, as always, a task done in just a few short hours.
Unlike usual Patterson’s this took me quite a while to get into, but eventually took off after the unveil of the twist.