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Hypothermia - Arnaldur Indridason (8*)




Title: Hypothermia
Author:Arnaldur Indridason
ISBN: 9781846552625
© 2007 Arnaldur Indridason







One cold autumn night, a woman is found hanging from a beam in her summer cottage by Lake Thingvellir. At first sight it appears to be a straightforward case of suicide; the woman, Maria, had never recovered from the loss of her mother two years earlier and had a history of depression. But when Karen, the friend who found her body, approaches Erlendur and gives him the tape of a seance that Maria had attended, his curiosity is aroused.

Driven by a need to find answers that even he does not fully understand, Erlendur embarks on an unofficial investigation to find out why the woman's life ended in such an abrupt and tragic manner. At the same time he is haunted by the unresolved cases of two young people who went missing thirty years before, and, inevitably, his discoveries raise ghosts from his own past. 



This is the second book written by Indridason, that I've read. I quite like the style of writing. In this book the surprise comes form the fact that although Erlendur is a detective, his investigations are not official. Although it says so on the cover, I did not anticipate that the whole book would centre on those unofficial investigations. Along the road you also learn about Erlendurs personal history.

The story is really a classic Scandinavian thriller; the whole atmosphere. I did find myself somewhat sidetracked by the many Icelandic names Indridason uses in describing the scenery. Sometimes he uses four (for non-Icelandic speakers) almost impossible to pronounce names for mountains/lakes in one sentence. I am a reader trying hard to read aloud in my head, but this was just to hard for me, therefore I found myself stranded in strange surroundings at some times. It took me a while to get into the story again after that.

I quite enjoyed the read and I would recommend this book to the readers who like Scandinavian Thrillers.

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