I finished this about a month ago, but I just have not had the desire to write anything for a while now. Life is pretty stressful at the moment & when it gets like this, well, writing is one of the things that falls by the wayside…..
The Stone Cutter is the 3rd in the series featuring police officer Patrik Hedstrom & the town of Fjällbacka, in northern Bohuslän, about 140 km north of Göteborg, Sweden. (Just looked up Fjällbacka on Google maps & it looks like a beautiful place to spend a summer!)
The story begins with Patrik being called to investigate the drowning of a child. He quickly discovers that he knows this child – he has seen her at his own home, with her mother, Charlotte, who is his partner, Erica’s best friend. Patrik begins to investigate & it very quickly becomes apparent that something very odd is going on.
Woven into the main story line is a second story about Agnes, a young, rich Swede whose father owns a quarry. This story is set in the 1920’s & initially it is hard to see where this fits in to the main story, but it does eventually begin to fit in. There are also several other smaller stories that run along-side the main plot, but luckily they don’t detract from the main story & I didn’t find it made it hard to follow, with all these characters running around.
As I said, The Stone Cutter is the 3rd book in this series & I have read the 1st one, but not the 2nd. Lackberg is a good writer & I have really enjoyed the two books I have read, but I’m not sure she really should be pigeon-holed into the genre that she is. Admittedly, she does write about mystery, but they are not mystery books in the classic sense. I think she’s kinda caught between the mystery & romance genres, which I suppose is why hardcore mystery lovers aren’t really enamoured with her books. Take the quote on the bottom of that picture above. It says: “Expert at mixing scenes of domestic cosiness with blood-curdling horror.” – only, it isn’t. Yeah, there’s the domestic cosiness – in spades – but the blood-curdling horror? I guess I read a different book! It was more like slow burning mystery full of domestic cosiness (mystery lite?). Enjoyable, but definitely not in the leagues of Deaver, Child & Mankell.