I have not yet finished the book. To be precise, I'm half and I can not stand the slowness and lack of action of the story. At first everything looked promising: a nice young girl who arrives in London and that seems to be the heroine of the story (but unfortunately not her), and his encounter with a detective completely west , loser and anti-hero par excellence. But over the pages, the author becomes entangled in irrelevant details. She gave us pages and pages of useless and dark even in the most miserable clichés of the writer ("supernatural beauty Lula" and so on). How to imagine that this book, for me a nameless poor, could have been written by the brilliant JK Rowling, who both made us dream with his imagination and his incredible talent? It completely escapes me Maybe this is the reason for the nickname? It does not completely assumed that book? Anyway, while I literally devoured thrillers Läckberg Camilla, I'm here completely saturated with this story I wonder how I'm going to be able to finish it ...