The Ice Princess by Camilla Läckberg**

Reading dates: 21 September—04 October 2015

After the self-consciousness of Ben Lerner’s book, I craved the easy fix of crime fiction. I have been wanting to return to Scandinavian noir, perhaps because of the impinging Autumn, preparing myself for the weather to come. Läckberg had been recommended to me for a while and I do like my female crime writers. While there was an undoubted pleasure in reading this book, its echoes are a little vacuous. I made no notes, took down no thoughts; I just went early to bed to read, to see how the story would unravel. I could see it happen, though, but the characters were warm, the weather evocative and Fjällbacka sounded as beautiful as it seems from Google images. That was an itch well scratched, though nothing more.