If I wasn't so intrigued with the climate and culture of the Shetlands, I would have stopped reading this book after the first few chapters. She does do a good job describing the unique characteristics of this incredibly interesting locale, but beyond that, what a lousy "thriller." The two main cops are riddled with self-doubt and self-deprecation, but not in a cool, Harry Hole kind of way, in the "gosh, I hope I get the girl!" and "how can I get my dad to like me?" way. Sure, part of the human experience, but not really what contributes to a page-turner. The writing is redundant, in that a character makes a statement, then the author tells us what the character said and meant. Boring. The crimes themselves aren't particularly interesting, but with a stronger writer they could have been used to bring out angst, longing, and fear. I kept thinking Cleeves was writing with 15-year-olds in mind. However, any self-respecting 15-year-old reader would also find the book less than compelling. Very disappointing, as I love the BBC "Vera" series based on her books (haven't seen their Shetland Islands series, also based on Cleeves' books). Another rare case when the movies are better than the books, perhaps.