The last Paul Watkins novel I read was a real page turner. I galloped through Thunder God, enjoying it thoroughly until I'd raced to the denouement, which was, frankly, one of the most preposterous I'd ever read. I was so annoyed by such a waste of a read that I sulked for days. Well, hours perhaps, but you know what I mean. The pace of The Ice Soldier is considerably more dignified, but I still approached its final chapters with some trepidation. Thankfully, everything ended so much more satisfactorily. There is a twist in the tail - Watkins clearly likes a twist - but it's in keeping with the rest of the book and is reasonably well sign-posted if you're paying attention.
Thanks to the publisher, Faber, for sending it to me.
Alan Furst's [[The Foreign Correspondent]] may appeal to those looking for something with a little more weight. You might also enjoy [[The Summer of Broken Stories by James Wilson]].