After recently reading a book about mountain climbers, I was interested to get into another snowy thriller. Four friends decide to go to the highlands in Iceland for a bit of bird hunting and bonding. Not all of them come out alive, as we know from the synopsis.
The beginning of this was good, as was most of the story. These four people - Daníel, Helena, Ármamn and Gunnlaugur - have a history together, but they all have their own histories as well. Once they set off on the hunting trip, a storm forces them to find shelter in a hut, leading to disastrous consequences for some. Most of the book is set in that hut, where a mystery man enters the picture and adds another layer of creepy to the situation.
This is your typical mystery, in a slightly different location. These four friends all have a past … ranging from criminal records, drugs, death, and money problems. I think the best part of the book, for me, was the thoughts of these people as they wait out the storm and hope to make it out alive. The characters were pretty decent, and the story was quick and neat. I kept wondering why there were so many three-star ratings for this one…
Then we get to the end, the part I had been waiting for to see what the big twist would be. Unfortunately, it all fell flat for me. The reasoning behind everything was a bit far-fetched, and it was so abrupt that I had to double check and make sure I somehow didn’t miss part of the story. That took this from a four-star book to a three-star book for me. I’ll give it a 3.5, but rounded down because the ending was slightly disappointing. This was a good read, but it definitely didn’t blow my mind.
(Thank you to St. Martin’s Press, Ragnar Jonasson, and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.)