|publisher=Hodder & Stoughton
|date=October 2012
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|summary=It might be Nordic, but this is not just another thriller – this is one of the most spooky reads you could wish for.
|cover=Sigurdardottir_Remember
The satisfactory feelings this results in include the realisation that this could never be done justice as a film. It contains too many jumpy creaks, too many sudden shocks, too many stunning little moments to grip. It has to stay a novel, and it has to be read as such. Go to Iceland and you'll be told of the mythical attitude the locals have, where trolls, spirits and crimes are forever embodied in the soil they once occupied. By abandoning us totally in the darkening wilderness of western Iceland – and creeping us out perfectly – this novel is the next best thing.
We preferred this title much more than [[The Day is Dark by Yrsa Sigurdardottir|her previous]]. It's an utterly different book, but the sense of dread in near-Arctic landscape here is only matched by [[We Die Alone by David Howarth]]. You might appreciate [[The Ice Lands by Steinar Bragi and Lorenza Garcia (translator)]] but we had our reservation s.
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