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White Silence, Red Justice
Some laws are older than mercy.
In the frozen silence of Arctic Norway, Furuness Motel stands alone beneath the snow and darkness — a place where old wounds are buried, but not forgotten.
Berit Anna was born dead. Brought back by a green-eyed Saami shaman, she was marked from birth for a calling she has spent her life resisting. To become a shaman is to serve the spirits, the land, and the fragile balance between the living and the dead. But Berit Anna wanted an ordinary life. Love. Work. Silence from the past.
Jack Bush has come north from England to repair machinery at the remote motel. He brings with him a failing marriage, violent blackouts, and the memory of a childhood ghost he has never been able to explain. When a brutal death traps him among strangers in the Arctic dark, Jack begins to fear that the danger is not only around him.
It may be inside him.
As the storm closes in and more blood stains the snow, the police search for a killer. But something older than the law is already moving through Furuness Motel. Something that remembers every betrayal, every hidden crime, every soul that has escaped judgement.
And in the Arctic silence, justice does not ask for mercy.
It asks for balance.
White Silence, Red Justice is a dark Arctic supernatural thriller of murder, guilt, Saami spirituality, and mythic justice — perfect for readers who enjoy atmospheric Nordic noir, psychological suspense, and slow-burning supernatural fiction.
In the frozen silence of Arctic Norway, Furuness Motel stands alone beneath the snow and darkness — a place where old wounds are buried, but not forgotten.
Berit Anna was born dead. Brought back by a green-eyed Saami shaman, she was marked from birth for a calling she has spent her life resisting. To become a shaman is to serve the spirits, the land, and the fragile balance between the living and the dead. But Berit Anna wanted an ordinary life. Love. Work. Silence from the past.
Jack Bush has come north from England to repair machinery at the remote motel. He brings with him a failing marriage, violent blackouts, and the memory of a childhood ghost he has never been able to explain. When a brutal death traps him among strangers in the Arctic dark, Jack begins to fear that the danger is not only around him.
It may be inside him.
As the storm closes in and more blood stains the snow, the police search for a killer. But something older than the law is already moving through Furuness Motel. Something that remembers every betrayal, every hidden crime, every soul that has escaped judgement.
And in the Arctic silence, justice does not ask for mercy.
It asks for balance.
White Silence, Red Justice is a dark Arctic supernatural thriller of murder, guilt, Saami spirituality, and mythic justice — perfect for readers who enjoy atmospheric Nordic noir, psychological suspense, and slow-burning supernatural fiction.
- GenresNordic Noir
579 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 16, 2026
About the author
James Field
30 books150 followersHello, fellow book lovers,
I’m James Field — reader, writer, and lifelong lover of stories.
I write quietly unsettling fiction with a wry edge, where ordinary people find themselves in situations that don’t quite make sense.
I’m always more interested in ideas, people, and curiosity than in strict genre boundaries. I also share a free short story collection, (link opens StoryOrigin) Strange Encounters, with readers who choose to join my newsletter.
Born and bred in England, I spent much of my working life in automation engineering before life took an unexpected — and very welcome — turn north. I married a Norwegian lass and have lived for the past thirty-five years in Norway, much of that time in the Arctic regions, whose landscapes and light have quietly worked their way into my imagination.
Now that I’m a pensioner, I finally have the time to read widely and write steadily. Alongside science fiction and fantasy, I’m increasingly drawn to books that explore the human condition — philosophical, spiritual, and occasionally uncomfortable ones included.
One author who has always fascinated me is Roald Dahl — his adult stories are mischievous, imaginative, and far darker than he’s often given credit for. That mixture of playfulness and edge has stayed with me.
On Goodreads, I’m here first and foremost as a reader. I enjoy thoughtful discussion, honest reviews, and the slow discovery of books I’d never have found on my own. If that sounds like your sort of thing, I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.
Warm wishes,
James
I’m James Field — reader, writer, and lifelong lover of stories.
I write quietly unsettling fiction with a wry edge, where ordinary people find themselves in situations that don’t quite make sense.
I’m always more interested in ideas, people, and curiosity than in strict genre boundaries. I also share a free short story collection, (link opens StoryOrigin) Strange Encounters, with readers who choose to join my newsletter.
Born and bred in England, I spent much of my working life in automation engineering before life took an unexpected — and very welcome — turn north. I married a Norwegian lass and have lived for the past thirty-five years in Norway, much of that time in the Arctic regions, whose landscapes and light have quietly worked their way into my imagination.
Now that I’m a pensioner, I finally have the time to read widely and write steadily. Alongside science fiction and fantasy, I’m increasingly drawn to books that explore the human condition — philosophical, spiritual, and occasionally uncomfortable ones included.
One author who has always fascinated me is Roald Dahl — his adult stories are mischievous, imaginative, and far darker than he’s often given credit for. That mixture of playfulness and edge has stayed with me.
On Goodreads, I’m here first and foremost as a reader. I enjoy thoughtful discussion, honest reviews, and the slow discovery of books I’d never have found on my own. If that sounds like your sort of thing, I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.
Warm wishes,
James
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At last – an Arctic Supernatural Thriller to chill my bones or rather ‘to chill the bones off me’ as it were – because I struggle with arthritis, osteoarthritis and osteoporosis (yes I am 37 years old only, but that is another story for another day!) and well done to you James for making my last few weeks of this dreadfully hot summer in Mumbai, India a bit more cooler and invigorating. An excellent book – 5 solid stars instantly!
There are thrillers (as I tell my IBDP and AS & A Level students) that merely quicken the pulse, and there are thrillers that quicken the conscience. James Field's latest ‘White Silence, Red Justice’ (2026) belongs emphatically to the rarer second order which I always prefer.
Billed, modestly, as ‘An Arctic Supernatural Thriller’ it is in truth a vast, patient, morally serious novel that wears the clothing of genre the way Field's Sámi characters wear the kofte - as something bright and ancestral stitched over a body of hard, weather-tested experience. I came to it expecting cold and blood and more blood-blood-blood. But ultimately - I stayed for the theology of suffering, the metaphysics of justice, and one of the most disciplined slow-burn architectures I have encountered in contemporary crime writing in indie-author fiction. James Field is yet another major reason why I always prefer to choose indie-fiction.
The novel's engine is a double helix as it were. In the Arctic north of Norway, we follow Berit Anna, a Sámi girl born dead in 1974 and bargained back from the land of the dead by a green-eyed shaman, a noaidi, on the terrible condition that she will one day inherit his calling. In southern England, and later the same frozen north, we follow Jack, a lonely, dissociative boy of warring parents who befriends Thomas – basically a drowned child who should not exist, and who gifts him a penknife and a haunting. For 500+ pages these two lives run on separate rails across more than 4 decades, from 1974 to 2017, each chapter datelined like an entry in a polar logbook. James has the nerve to make us wait, and the craft to make the waiting feel like accumulating weather. Yum!
When the two narratives finally collide in a snowbound motel at Furuness, the convergence lands not as contrivance as it were but as inevitability. Grab your copy of this book right now!
What elevates the book above competent procedural fare is its cosmology. James has clearly steeped himself in Sámi spiritual tradition, and he renders it without the tourist's condescension or the romantic's haze (Thank God!). The joik, the rune drum, the helper spirits, the goddess Maalmoenraedie, who watches humankind as a strict housekeeper and punishes every transgression against the balance of the land - these are not décor. They constitute a complete moral universe, set in deliberate, grinding tension with the Christianity of the southern priests who preach that shamanism led straight to hell.
The novel's most quietly devastating argument is that two thousand years of ‘rigid, man-made rules’ can be wielded as a cage, while an older law of the north keeps a fiercer, more exact account. As a reader formed by both the Western Catholic Theological tradition and the comparative study of Indian Knowledge Systems, I found this dialectic genuinely thrilling - a thriller, that is, of ideas as much as of incident. Commendable! James – well done!
Inevitably, ‘White Silence, Red Justice’ invites comparison, and it survives the company. The most obvious lodestar is Peter Høeg's ‘Smilla's Sense of Snow’, that benchmark of Arctic crime in which an indigenous way of knowing collides with Western rationalism over a body in the cold. James, I can see, is working the same seam, but where Høeg's Smilla reads snow as data, Berit Anna reads it as scripture, and the difference gives this book a spiritual gravity Høeg keeps at arm's length.
In its bleak Norwegian topography and its moral exhaustion as it can be seen, the novel stands comfortably beside a regular Jo Nesbø and Henning Mankell - one like me immediately thinks of the wintry dread of ‘The Snowman’, of Wallander's weary insistence that crime is a symptom of a sickened social order et al - yet James refuses the consolation of the detective. There is no Harry Hole here to impose order; there is only a cosmos that balances its own books. Read Nesbo and Mankell in the good old days when I did not have arthritis – that is my young adulthood – and when I frequented second hand lending libraries the way some people frequent the tobacco store or wine shop around the corner.
For the supernatural thriller fiction register, the truest kinships are to my knowledge with John Ajvide Lindqvist, whose ‘Let the Right One In’ proved that Scandinavian horror could be tender and literary at once, and - across the Atlantic - with our dear Stephen King. Indeed, the boy Jack, with his phantom playmate, his buried rage, and the purple spots that herald his so called blackouts, could have walked out of King’s ‘It’ or ‘The Shining’ even; James shares King's conviction that the wounds of childhood are the true haunted houses.
And in the novel's patient dread, its mirrors and its ambiguous reflections, I caught the cold breath of Shirley Jackson and of Susan Hill's ‘The Woman in Black’ – wherein there is that ghost-story art of withholding, of letting the reader's own fear furnish the room as it were. These read in the Bombay Scottish School Library post my 10th grade Board Exams and the latter I purchased from the Ashish Book Fair – a favourite book fair of mine in my youth.
But the comparison I want to press hardest concerns James’ handling of the uncanny, because it is here that his real sophistication lies. This is a supernatural thriller that can be read entirely as a psychological one, and vice versa, with no seam showing. Every prodigy is shadowed by a rational alternative - a man's blackout, a witness's drink, a trick of fear and reflection in a fractured mirror etc. Jack spends the novel unsure whether he is an instrument of the spirits or simply a sick man, and dear James is far too intelligent to resolve the doubt cheaply. Fantastic – this is a thriller worthy-worthy-WORTHY of all praise-praise-PRAISE!
The prose is clean to my eyes, controlled, and frequently beautiful, especially in its landscapes; the sun ‘bled red across the water’ the dry northern snow ‘fluttered away like white moths’, and the aurora came ‘edged with scarlet and gold’ with a power that made a grown man weep etc-etc-etc.
The decades-spanning architecture, which might so easily have sprawled, instead tightens like the web of the first part's subtitle, every early thread - a penknife, a missing finger, a drowned boy, a stillborn breath - pulled taut at the close and I was entirely pleased and chilled to the bone by the thrill of James’ thriller in the Mumbai heat which was an average daily of 55 degrees Celsius and climbing. Thank God for the rains that came by the day before yesterday – we are all back here more than merely sun-burnt ----we are all basically roasted and toasted. You could have all of us with your breakfast by tomorrow morning and we would have tasted a bit ‘burnt out!’
‘White Silence, Red Justice’ is, finally, a meditation on the cost of one's calling --- on the lives that are bartered when we refuse what we are summoned to become (deep), and the lives that are taken when, at last, we accept it (deeper than deep). It is about silence - the white silence of the snow, of the stillborn, of the unspeakable thing carried for decades ---- and about the red ledger in which the north keeps its accounts. James has written a thriller that honors its genre while quietly transcending it, a book as cold and as luminous as the polar night it inhabits.
It stayed with me long after I closed it a long while back, the way the aurora lingers behind the eyes. I recommend it without reservation, and I shall be watching the white distance for what its author does next.
5 stars to James Field!
Kudos to him on a job well done!
An Arctic Thriller worthy of one’s time and money! Grab it! Now.
And now try not recommending to me the movies of the comparative books that I have mentioned above – I actually don’t enjoy watching any kind of cinema or TV or web series and everything in between and beyond. I just love to read, garden, power-walk and invent things as leisure activities. It is unfortunate that I have to tutor students (IBDP and AS & A Level) in Film and Media Studies respectively ----- among 27 other IBDP and AS & A Level subjects and yes, I am going barking mad over it!
Don’t watch the movies – read the books – they are worth the effort and time.
James Field is worth your effort and time.
There are thrillers (as I tell my IBDP and AS & A Level students) that merely quicken the pulse, and there are thrillers that quicken the conscience. James Field's latest ‘White Silence, Red Justice’ (2026) belongs emphatically to the rarer second order which I always prefer.
Billed, modestly, as ‘An Arctic Supernatural Thriller’ it is in truth a vast, patient, morally serious novel that wears the clothing of genre the way Field's Sámi characters wear the kofte - as something bright and ancestral stitched over a body of hard, weather-tested experience. I came to it expecting cold and blood and more blood-blood-blood. But ultimately - I stayed for the theology of suffering, the metaphysics of justice, and one of the most disciplined slow-burn architectures I have encountered in contemporary crime writing in indie-author fiction. James Field is yet another major reason why I always prefer to choose indie-fiction.
The novel's engine is a double helix as it were. In the Arctic north of Norway, we follow Berit Anna, a Sámi girl born dead in 1974 and bargained back from the land of the dead by a green-eyed shaman, a noaidi, on the terrible condition that she will one day inherit his calling. In southern England, and later the same frozen north, we follow Jack, a lonely, dissociative boy of warring parents who befriends Thomas – basically a drowned child who should not exist, and who gifts him a penknife and a haunting. For 500+ pages these two lives run on separate rails across more than 4 decades, from 1974 to 2017, each chapter datelined like an entry in a polar logbook. James has the nerve to make us wait, and the craft to make the waiting feel like accumulating weather. Yum!
When the two narratives finally collide in a snowbound motel at Furuness, the convergence lands not as contrivance as it were but as inevitability. Grab your copy of this book right now!
What elevates the book above competent procedural fare is its cosmology. James has clearly steeped himself in Sámi spiritual tradition, and he renders it without the tourist's condescension or the romantic's haze (Thank God!). The joik, the rune drum, the helper spirits, the goddess Maalmoenraedie, who watches humankind as a strict housekeeper and punishes every transgression against the balance of the land - these are not décor. They constitute a complete moral universe, set in deliberate, grinding tension with the Christianity of the southern priests who preach that shamanism led straight to hell.
The novel's most quietly devastating argument is that two thousand years of ‘rigid, man-made rules’ can be wielded as a cage, while an older law of the north keeps a fiercer, more exact account. As a reader formed by both the Western Catholic Theological tradition and the comparative study of Indian Knowledge Systems, I found this dialectic genuinely thrilling - a thriller, that is, of ideas as much as of incident. Commendable! James – well done!
Inevitably, ‘White Silence, Red Justice’ invites comparison, and it survives the company. The most obvious lodestar is Peter Høeg's ‘Smilla's Sense of Snow’, that benchmark of Arctic crime in which an indigenous way of knowing collides with Western rationalism over a body in the cold. James, I can see, is working the same seam, but where Høeg's Smilla reads snow as data, Berit Anna reads it as scripture, and the difference gives this book a spiritual gravity Høeg keeps at arm's length.
In its bleak Norwegian topography and its moral exhaustion as it can be seen, the novel stands comfortably beside a regular Jo Nesbø and Henning Mankell - one like me immediately thinks of the wintry dread of ‘The Snowman’, of Wallander's weary insistence that crime is a symptom of a sickened social order et al - yet James refuses the consolation of the detective. There is no Harry Hole here to impose order; there is only a cosmos that balances its own books. Read Nesbo and Mankell in the good old days when I did not have arthritis – that is my young adulthood – and when I frequented second hand lending libraries the way some people frequent the tobacco store or wine shop around the corner.
For the supernatural thriller fiction register, the truest kinships are to my knowledge with John Ajvide Lindqvist, whose ‘Let the Right One In’ proved that Scandinavian horror could be tender and literary at once, and - across the Atlantic - with our dear Stephen King. Indeed, the boy Jack, with his phantom playmate, his buried rage, and the purple spots that herald his so called blackouts, could have walked out of King’s ‘It’ or ‘The Shining’ even; James shares King's conviction that the wounds of childhood are the true haunted houses.
And in the novel's patient dread, its mirrors and its ambiguous reflections, I caught the cold breath of Shirley Jackson and of Susan Hill's ‘The Woman in Black’ – wherein there is that ghost-story art of withholding, of letting the reader's own fear furnish the room as it were. These read in the Bombay Scottish School Library post my 10th grade Board Exams and the latter I purchased from the Ashish Book Fair – a favourite book fair of mine in my youth.
But the comparison I want to press hardest concerns James’ handling of the uncanny, because it is here that his real sophistication lies. This is a supernatural thriller that can be read entirely as a psychological one, and vice versa, with no seam showing. Every prodigy is shadowed by a rational alternative - a man's blackout, a witness's drink, a trick of fear and reflection in a fractured mirror etc. Jack spends the novel unsure whether he is an instrument of the spirits or simply a sick man, and dear James is far too intelligent to resolve the doubt cheaply. Fantastic – this is a thriller worthy-worthy-WORTHY of all praise-praise-PRAISE!
The prose is clean to my eyes, controlled, and frequently beautiful, especially in its landscapes; the sun ‘bled red across the water’ the dry northern snow ‘fluttered away like white moths’, and the aurora came ‘edged with scarlet and gold’ with a power that made a grown man weep etc-etc-etc.
The decades-spanning architecture, which might so easily have sprawled, instead tightens like the web of the first part's subtitle, every early thread - a penknife, a missing finger, a drowned boy, a stillborn breath - pulled taut at the close and I was entirely pleased and chilled to the bone by the thrill of James’ thriller in the Mumbai heat which was an average daily of 55 degrees Celsius and climbing. Thank God for the rains that came by the day before yesterday – we are all back here more than merely sun-burnt ----we are all basically roasted and toasted. You could have all of us with your breakfast by tomorrow morning and we would have tasted a bit ‘burnt out!’
‘White Silence, Red Justice’ is, finally, a meditation on the cost of one's calling --- on the lives that are bartered when we refuse what we are summoned to become (deep), and the lives that are taken when, at last, we accept it (deeper than deep). It is about silence - the white silence of the snow, of the stillborn, of the unspeakable thing carried for decades ---- and about the red ledger in which the north keeps its accounts. James has written a thriller that honors its genre while quietly transcending it, a book as cold and as luminous as the polar night it inhabits.
It stayed with me long after I closed it a long while back, the way the aurora lingers behind the eyes. I recommend it without reservation, and I shall be watching the white distance for what its author does next.
5 stars to James Field!
Kudos to him on a job well done!
An Arctic Thriller worthy of one’s time and money! Grab it! Now.
And now try not recommending to me the movies of the comparative books that I have mentioned above – I actually don’t enjoy watching any kind of cinema or TV or web series and everything in between and beyond. I just love to read, garden, power-walk and invent things as leisure activities. It is unfortunate that I have to tutor students (IBDP and AS & A Level) in Film and Media Studies respectively ----- among 27 other IBDP and AS & A Level subjects and yes, I am going barking mad over it!
Don’t watch the movies – read the books – they are worth the effort and time.
James Field is worth your effort and time.
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June 7, 2026Author’s note:
White Silence, Red Justice is one of my darker novels — a slow-burning Arctic supernatural thriller set in northern Norway.
It is a story of murder, guilt, Saami spirituality, old wounds, and a kind of justice that does not always look like mercy. Much of the book takes place around Furuness Motel, a remote place where snow, silence, and buried secrets begin to close in on everyone there.
This is not a cosy mystery or a fast action thriller. It is atmospheric, psychological, and morally uneasy, with supernatural elements rooted in old belief rather than spectacle.
The book will be released on 16 July. I’ll add occasional notes here as publication approaches.
White Silence, Red Justice is one of my darker novels — a slow-burning Arctic supernatural thriller set in northern Norway.
It is a story of murder, guilt, Saami spirituality, old wounds, and a kind of justice that does not always look like mercy. Much of the book takes place around Furuness Motel, a remote place where snow, silence, and buried secrets begin to close in on everyone there.
This is not a cosy mystery or a fast action thriller. It is atmospheric, psychological, and morally uneasy, with supernatural elements rooted in old belief rather than spectacle.
The book will be released on 16 July. I’ll add occasional notes here as publication approaches.
June 28, 2026
Review of advanced copy received by the author.
James Field’s latest novel is a thought-provoking slow-burn thriller that lingers long after the final page. More than just a suspense story, it explores destiny, purpose, and the question of whether we truly become the people we’re meant to be. As the tension steadily builds, Field masterfully examines the constant struggle between good and evil, reminding readers that the choices we make shape not only our own lives but the world around us.
The pacing is deliberate, allowing the mystery and deeper themes to unfold naturally before delivering a satisfying payoff. If you’re looking for a thriller that combines compelling suspense with meaningful reflection, this is a novel you won’t want to miss. James Field has delivered another memorable story that entertains while leaving readers with plenty to think about.
James Field’s latest novel is a thought-provoking slow-burn thriller that lingers long after the final page. More than just a suspense story, it explores destiny, purpose, and the question of whether we truly become the people we’re meant to be. As the tension steadily builds, Field masterfully examines the constant struggle between good and evil, reminding readers that the choices we make shape not only our own lives but the world around us.
The pacing is deliberate, allowing the mystery and deeper themes to unfold naturally before delivering a satisfying payoff. If you’re looking for a thriller that combines compelling suspense with meaningful reflection, this is a novel you won’t want to miss. James Field has delivered another memorable story that entertains while leaving readers with plenty to think about.
Review of advance copy received from Author
This was a story, in which I got very engaged because it was so interesting to follow the challenging life of Jack Bush. He’s the main character whose life path seems to be one extraordinary dark adventure, mixed with eerie experiences. He attempts to make a successful life for himself, but tragedy follows him. This is a contemporary tale where the author skillfully incorporates the past-in-the-present with indigenous Saami (Sami) culture and locations in the Arctic and northern Norway. It is difficult for me to characterize the genre of this very engaging story.
The story involves mysterious murders, unexplainable experiences, which cause Jack and the other characters in the book to continuously question their own thinking. Is it supernatural? Yes, in a logical spiritual way and no, in that things sometimes happen because of natural consequences of nature and human failings. As the story neared the end, I just couldn’t stop reading; and that’s the thriller and horror part. If you are looking for a book that is different than the usual and where you will learn something, I would recommend this book. Jack Bush's survival depends on an ancient spiritual life, and also surviving by using his wits, determination, physical strength, and the magical realism of the nature’s spirits.
The action scenes in the book were very vivid; the characters are so well-developed and described that they seem real.
I liked reading this book. It is a book that I would recommend to those who like historical fiction and are adult enough to read about descriptive murders and death; it’s dark. The ending is very well written. With a book like this, the only suggestion I could make is that the author could have included some notes at the end that explain what is factual and fiction in some of the story elements. It’s fascinating to see how imaginative he is.
I always appreciate learning something from the books that I read.
On a personal note: I decided to read an advanced reader copy of this book because of the Saami culture, location, and a personal interest in that part of the world. I have been studying my genealogy and that of my husband whose DNA is 100% Swedish. It turned out that the family stories of his maternal ancestors herding reindeer in northern Sweden are true! He and our children have Sami ancestors. I have enjoyed reading historical fiction books about location of my own ancestors. This book was extremely interesting to me because the cultural and physical descriptions of the Saami and the Arctic forests were spot on. I read this book on my Kindle Paperwhite. This is my honest review.
Some Locations and Settings: [Norway: Tromsø, Lakselv, Oslo; Fictional: Furuness Motel; Arctic North; Sweden; Baltic Sea; England: Southern England, Canterbury Christ Church University on the River Stour in the Southeast England]
The story involves mysterious murders, unexplainable experiences, which cause Jack and the other characters in the book to continuously question their own thinking. Is it supernatural? Yes, in a logical spiritual way and no, in that things sometimes happen because of natural consequences of nature and human failings. As the story neared the end, I just couldn’t stop reading; and that’s the thriller and horror part. If you are looking for a book that is different than the usual and where you will learn something, I would recommend this book. Jack Bush's survival depends on an ancient spiritual life, and also surviving by using his wits, determination, physical strength, and the magical realism of the nature’s spirits.
The action scenes in the book were very vivid; the characters are so well-developed and described that they seem real.
I liked reading this book. It is a book that I would recommend to those who like historical fiction and are adult enough to read about descriptive murders and death; it’s dark. The ending is very well written. With a book like this, the only suggestion I could make is that the author could have included some notes at the end that explain what is factual and fiction in some of the story elements. It’s fascinating to see how imaginative he is.
I always appreciate learning something from the books that I read.
On a personal note: I decided to read an advanced reader copy of this book because of the Saami culture, location, and a personal interest in that part of the world. I have been studying my genealogy and that of my husband whose DNA is 100% Swedish. It turned out that the family stories of his maternal ancestors herding reindeer in northern Sweden are true! He and our children have Sami ancestors. I have enjoyed reading historical fiction books about location of my own ancestors. This book was extremely interesting to me because the cultural and physical descriptions of the Saami and the Arctic forests were spot on. I read this book on my Kindle Paperwhite. This is my honest review.
Some Locations and Settings: [Norway: Tromsø, Lakselv, Oslo; Fictional: Furuness Motel; Arctic North; Sweden; Baltic Sea; England: Southern England, Canterbury Christ Church University on the River Stour in the Southeast England]
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