I think this was one of the single most depressing books I ever read. I liked it, but not a single good thing happens in this story.

It was a very quick read - I absolutely love her style. Her language is very clear cut and really gets to me. Which is kind of the problem, I suppose. It wasn't just the case, although it was extraordinarily gloomy. At the beginning it just looked as if Hanne Wilhelmsen, the leading detective of the book, just had problems in the relationship department - she and her lover seem to have grown apart, hardly ever talk, etc. I could have handled that. But then the lover is diagnosed with cancer and deteriorates throughout the course of the book until she dies in the end. I am not kidding when I say that not a single good thing happens in this book. There are moments of odd peace, but they are weaved with melancholy at best. It was a beautiful book, and I enjoyed it, but it was very depressing. ( )