Since I’ve been reading a lot of Scandinavian crime this year I picked up 1222 thinking it was just another a stand alone novel from yet another Norwegian writer.
I was wrong.
I loved it.
Then I discovered it was actually the eighth novel in the Hanne Wilhelmson series, not a single book as I thought, but as was the case with Jo Nesbo’s novels, it was just the first that had been translated into English.
Fortunately for me, her Hanne Wilhelmson series is starting to appear in English versions from book one, and quite rapidly too, so I am off to begin collecting the series!
At last! all of those irritating, book to book back stories have been resolved. I can stop being irritated and actually enjoy these superbly twisted and plotted stories for what they are without distraction.
I love the mysteries in these books, they certainly keep you intrigued with their well plotted twists and turns.
Sadly I still find myself annoyed with the sometimes random, almost half hearted side stories of some of the peripheral characters. They either drag out too long or appear thrown in just to fill space, or explain the ‘against the norm’ behaviours of such characters.
A little less complex than the previous novel, and with a slightly annoying side story that needs answering, The Preacher is a fine sequel, but I’m sure there is far better yet to come from this author.
A great book. A great story, but there’s one character and thread running though these books that’s making me want to scream at Harry Hole to work it all out.
After my first Jo Nesbo book I decided to immerse myself with more Scandinavian crime and try and other new author