This is one of the worst novels I have read in my entire life. The main reason I finished it, was to be able to legitimately be able to say how truly awful it was.
When reading books about time travel, there is, of course, a certain amount of willing suspension of disbelief involved. And let me tell you, I tried. I really tried. Because a novel about vikings and time travel, there must be something to like, right?
Wrong.
Before I go into chopping this novel up into tiny little pieces suitable for coffee wood (kaffeved, as the Swedish idiom goes), I just want to point out that I am aware that some of you might find me overly cirtial in the parts to follow. But, heres the thing: when you read a novel, and one or two things seem illogical or out of place, usually it's easy to ignore this, due to the willing suspension of disbelief. When, during your reading, you find more and more anachronisms, you're less and less willing to suspend your disbelief, until everything unravels like a badly secured knitted shirt. That is what we're dealing with here.
So, let's start with the characters. Joy, our time travelling "heroine" is downright stupid, and it's a mircale she has survived this far in life, since she seem to lack the very basic instincts to do just this. Yes, I can understand that time travel is not the first thing that comes to mind when ending up in a, well, time travelling situation, but when it's obvious to her that the Vikings have no idea what she's talking about when mentioning modern things, like America, then it should at least leave room for SOME kind of speculation. Joy's solution is to keep screaming at the rude Vikings, who have taken her captive and made her into a thrall.
Brandr isn't much better. Joy is his thrall. His treatment of her is inconsistent and reminds mostly of the behaviour of a narcissist. He treats her as a thrall when she behaves, but when she screams rude words to him - in public, I migh add - then all of a sudden, he cares about her feelings and refuses to take a stand - and NONE of the other charaters seem to be bothered by their leader's lack of authority here. I just want to make a face palm.
Another thing that bothers me is the so called viking culture. First of all, Brandr refers to them as "the Viking race". I'm sorry, what? Viking is the name of a profession (sort of) in Northern Europe during app. 75o-1050, which is why this period is called The Viking Age. You went in viking (gick i viking, in Swedish), which meant that you went abroad to be a merchant and often (but not always) pillage and plunder. Most people living during this time never referred to themselves as Vikings. And if you're a professional writer, it's your damn job to do at least a tad bit of research in the field your writing about, even if you in your bio in the back of the book claim to be related to Hrolf (and by the way, it's impressive how many Americans seem to be relatled to one viking chief or the other. And WHY do they keep this method of research hidden from us who are actually born in "Viking Lands"? I mean, at best we can trace our genealogy back to like the 1500s or so. 1200s if you're lucky, and resent research show that most of us are related to wallons anyway). Erhm. Where were we? Yes, the anachronisms and the lack of research. Even the tiniest bit of googling (and this novel was published in 2009, so the Internet did exist) would have told you a lot about how the Old Gods were honoroued, how the houses were built, what food you ate and how the clothes were made (no, you did NOT make a gunna by cutting out two T-shaped pieces of fabric. That way of making clothes did not appear until the 20th century, and it's called a t-shirt, for that very reason. Not even all t-shirts are made that way. Most of them are the same four piece-cut out that has been used since like forever. At least before the Viking Era). The more Hill tries to describe various aspects of "Viking life", the more she fails. It's just bad writing. Many descriptions of the building makes me think more of a medieval castle than a Viking village. It just makes me sad to know that a whole bunch of historyless Americans read this and thinks that this is "how it was done".
And the polarbears? Come on! Where did she find those? I have been working with three possible explanations:
1) The story takes placed in Svalbard (unlikely, since it wasn's discovered until a couple of hundred years later).
2) The story takes place in Greenland - possible, but there are too many other things that doesn't add up.
3) She just "wanted them there"
No matter what reason, I think it's bad writing.
Let's move on to the aspect of language. Like with time travelling (and truth be told, most fantasy stories), it requires a willing suspension of disbelief to accept that people of different nationalities can just simply talk to and understand one another. I accept this. But why on earth do the Vikings speak a wierd mix of Shakespearian and Pirate? About halfway through the novel, Hill makes a halfhearted attempt to explain this, but it doen's make any sense at all. There are several ways that languge barrieres are successfully portrayed in novels. Any of them would have been a good solution. This, is not. In fact, it would have been better to just ignore it all together and let everyone speek some verision of modern English. I'm sorry (well, maybe not), but Vikings that say "methinks" and "wench" and "swine" just makes me laugh, and not in a good way.
So, then, what about the juicy bits? This is, after all, described as a sexy and erotic story. Are the sex scenes any good? Well, I spent the first half of the book waiting for them to happen. Joy refuses to have sex with Brandr, and since Brandr is to some extent a good guy, he accepts this. When they finally DO have sex, both Brandr and Joy are so turned on by one another, and they are really having a good time, they claim. Me, I just find it to be a generic, clinical description. I've had better.
Too often when I read novels with an historical setting - especially when written by Americans - I get the feeling of a dollhouse. The author wanted to write about a kink they had about this certain time, and just refuses to do proper research about said time. (The Bridgerton series also suffers from exatcly this, by the way). As long as it's an erotci fantasy, it's okay to play with the dolls anyway you want. And it is - if you keep it to yourself. The moment you decide to publish it, you better do your homework. Hill has not.
I can't remeber the last time I read a book that sucked at so many different levels. It's kind of an achievment to write this bad, really. But again, not the good kind.
If you want to read about Vikings, or erotica, or romance, or time travel, there are sooo many better books than this one. Freja, by Johanne Hildebrant, for example. It has all of those things, minus the time travel. Don't waste your time on this book.