Sleepless in Gothemburg

Apr 19, 2015 04:37

I can't sleep, and it's totally my own fault. Last night I stayed up and read a frightfully exciting detective story. I read until the morning, and fell asleep in the weak morning light without having found out who the murderer was. Wasn't it P.G. Woodhouse who wrote a short story about the dangers of forgetting detective novels on trains? Luckily for me the book fell aside my bed and I could continue it when I wook up in the evening, having slept the whole day and dreamt strange dreams about violent men with murder in mind driving around town.

The book was written by Ingrid Hedström, a Swedish mystery author who has written a series of stories taking place in a town in Belgium. They are well-researched, nail-bitingly exciting, the characters are well portrayed, and when reading I feel like I'm actually walking on the Belgian streets. As an avid reader of the classics in the genre, I of course appreciate that the protagonist is a Belgian lawyer, working for a Belgian Procuratorate and with the last name of Poirot.

In Sweden the mystery genre is extremely popular, and it's also my favourite, yet my favourite authors are not among the most famous nor the most productive. I've read a few books by some of the Mystery Queens of Sweden, such as Camilla Läckberg and Anna Jansson, but they are not my cup of tea.

böcker, svenska

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