I liked this book well enough to keep at it, but it slowed me down. One of those, okay I want to know what's going on so I'll keep going, but...yawn...
Magnus Jonson, a cop from Boston, is sent to Iceland for his own protection. (He's due to testify against a drug gang so he's there as an American 'consultant'.) Okay, I will accept that, but it's obvious this book was not written by a Bostonian. There are too many 'Englishisms' in it. (And we don't write tires as tyres.) So as I'm reading I'm thinking, yep, sure, a Boston cop would say THAT.
You don't always get 100% accuracy in a book like this. I get it; I buy into it. And the research this writer did? Well, he had to link a Lord of the Rings theme to a present-day murder in Iceland while writing as a Boston cop when he's really a Londoner. It can't be easy. As for the murder-mystery-investigation, it's fairly straightforward, but there's just too many people running around, asking questions, getting answers - some straight, some not, the usual - and then we sit and talk a bit, then we run around some more.
I understand most murder investigations, irl, are similar to this. Talk-talk-talk long enough and eventually, maybe, you'll find the killer. But this was a bit convoluted and the guy who did the murdering? Okay, didn't see it coming, but there was no - Aha! I shoulda seen that! - moment for me. I was like, what? Who?
I considered two stars, then said, no, with the work that went into this, with the LOTR tie-in, at least three.
But overall, I am left unimpressed.