Worst of all

With Arctic Winter Indridason is tripping over the carpet. A poorly crafted story, repetitive, poorly written (translated?) - Probably because the author explores a new narrative way: the "social" thriller - when in previous games Erlendur solved our dear old surveys there Icelandic ages! In my view, worst of all his books. Instead, go see the side of The Woman in Green or The City of jars.