Pretty good crime thriller, nice to read something set in Norway as well for a change. It's the first Jo Nesbo book I've read, and I'll certainly read more of his as and when I come across them. The whole advertising any Scandinavian writer as the next Stieg Larsson is a wee bit tired, and does almost put you off trying new writers - don't get me wrong, I liked the millenium trilogy, but I don't see why every other writer from Scandinavia should be compared to him as if they don't have their own styles.

This is a very typical thriller of Scandinavia - the murderer is referred to as the snowman, and Norway's got enough snow for it. I don't know how far through the series it is, the detective being hard drinking messed up Harry Hole. And it's your standard crime thriller, a good one never the less, but the usual line up of red herrings, addictive reading, thankfully no over-the-top confession by the killer at the end; but otherwise usual stuff. And I hate to say it, but as soon as the killer put his/her face into the story, I realised it was going to be them. I don't want to be smug... probably just read too many of these books!