It’s refreshing to read a short, straightforward mystery–no flowery descriptions, no long diversions into the detective’s tormented psyche, no flipping back and forth between different points of view and different time frames. Yes, good old-fashioned police procedural mysteries still exist! Our hero has a failed marriage, a terrible diet, and a drug-addicted daughter, but nevertheless, the focus is on the crime and the investigation. I could see the ending coming, but there was plenty of interesting detail on life and family structure in Iceland to keep me interested. I’ll read another in this series.