I picked this book up at The Book Thing because it was a Scandinavian thriller--- to be more specific, Icelandic...and since I haven't read any Icelandic books in my obsession with Scandinavia, I thought it would be a good addition. It was an "eh". I think part of the problem...was a silly problem, the names. The majority of the names started with "E" and as this isn't my culture and I kept confusing men and women....I guess I should blame myself. Another problem was I felt no empathy for any of the characters. The man who was found dead in the first chapter was a villain and I didn't really care to know who killed him...nor did I care for the other players in the story (except the detective). The detective-- I felt like we were brought into his life 3-4 chapters after his introduction, so his personal life was choppy and confusing, though at least I felt some empathy...some. Also, I had a hard time with their sleuthing tactics--- any woman from that village in that time period needed to be contacted to see if she had had a child....which meant she might have been a victim of the rapist. That's how you track down victims? It seems a horrible path to go down--- especially one that I cannot imagine is very successful unless you cross fingers and are part of a book... 
 The story is of a bad man found dead. The detective on the case digs into a previous rape charge to look for the killer....and continues from there. 
 Read--- only if you are looking for a story that takes place in Iceland. If you want a good mystery, this is not it--- and if you are looking to be scared. Nope. No goosebumps here either.