Honestly, why all the fuss about this book? It's either poorly written, poorly translated, or both. It took about 300 pages to get interesting, and then quickly went from interesting to just gross. The crime story was so over the top and repulsive that it started to feel as though the author were wallowing in the sensationalism of it all. The two main characters never became more than caricatures to me. The plot was scattered, and it was hard to figure out which pieces we were actually supposed to care about. I was quite annoyed by the author's need to detail the characters' possessions -- not only did he tell us that they owned laptops, he also provided the make, model, and technical specifications, as well as a website! In what I assume was a fault of the translation, there are many cultural references that are probably quite clear to people in Sweden, but for which no context was provided for American readers. The more I read of this book, the more I disliked it. I would not recommend it.