The Fifth Season kills the competition

01 June 12


The Fifth Season is now the best selling book in Sweden, killing both The Hunger Games and I am Zlatan.


Paperbacks


1 (NEW) Den femte årstiden
Mons Kallentoft, Pocketförlaget (-)


2 (2) Hungerspelen
Collins, Suzanne, Månpocket (1)


3 (NEW) Någonstans inom oss
Kajsa Ingemarsson, Månpocket (-)


4 (3) Jag är Zlatan Ibrahimović: Min historia
David Lagercrantz & Zlatan Ibrahimović, Albert Bonniers Förlag (1)


5 (6) Fatta eld
Suzanne Collins, Månpocket (1)


Vattenänglar i min hand

31 May 12


Jag fick med mig en nytryckt Vattenänglar från mitt nya förlags bokhandelsträff i måndags. 13 augusti finns den att köpa i bokhandeln. Läs om den här och bevaka den gärna på en nätbokhandel.

"A complex, heartfelt, rather grueling procedural"

28 May 12


A decent review of Midwinter Blood from Kirkus, "The World's Toughest Book Critics":


Kirkus reviews Midwinter Blood

''Stephen King, please note''

21 May 12


Great! Today there's a review of Midwinter Sacrifice in my favorite winter read, Bangkok Post:
   "The dead speak
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''A worthy successor to Larsson’s Millennium trilogy''

06 May 12

Next month, that is in June, Midwinter Blood will be released in the USA. And yet in the May issue of Booklist is a really good review:


Meditative. Dark. Really, really cold. Not quite as strange as Stieg Larsson. This is a worthy successor to Larsson’s Millennium trilogy, probably owing its American publication (it was first published in Sweden in 2007) to Larsson’s success. It’s February in the small Swedish city of Linkoping, a time when even Swedes stay indoors. Heroine Malin Fors, an investigator in Linkoping’s crime unit, forces herself out of bed and into her unresponsive car in a scene that is the print equivalent of the below-zero opening of Fargo. Malin is 34, divorced and still confused, the mother of a teen daughter, going through the inevitable balancing act. What sets Malin and her coworker Zeke Martinsson apart from most people getting up on this cold morning is that they both meditate (Kallentoft gives multiple points of view throughout) on the necessity of holding evil at bay in their own lives. And evil does appear, as both Malin and Zeke knew it would, at the crime scene to which they’ve been summoned. A naked man, badly bruised, is hanging from the branches of an oak tree (the dead man’s point of view is given, as well). There are no clues to the man’s identity, which leads to wonderfully spare meditations on identity itself. This first installment in Kallentoft’s crime series is a splendid representative of the Swedish crime novel, in all its elegance and eeriness.

— Connie Fletcher, Booklist (May 2012)