Her own experiences as traveller, mountaineer and skier feed into Rosie Thomas’s narrative, in the emotional pull of the high mountains, the motivations of those who go there – to trek or to climb – and the experience of being in remote places where nature is at its most harsh.
If you’re wondering about any or all of three aspects, read this book. As a female mountain traveller and trekker, they really resonated for me.
Swedish Detective Inspector Irene Huss investigates the murder of a nurse and death of a patient at a private hospital in Goteborg. A complicated case from the start, things take a turn for the worse as more deaths follow.
The original novel was published (in Swedish) in 1999 and it shows its age, particularly in mobile phone usage. The English translation I read, by Laura A Wideburg, is for an American audience – with occasional jarring consequences. Irene Huss’s jujitsu skillset also irritated.
A wonderful novel – one of those books that leaves you feeling slightly bereft when you get to the end.
I’ve brought it back from Walton to lend on, and made me all the more determined to lay my hands on a copy of My Name Is Lucy Barton, which is the Elizabeth Strout novel I put on my To Read list way back when….