Fridgid B*$#h

“Don’t ever get old. With each year that passes, the old Viking idea of jumping off a cliff to one’s death looks better and better.” Hopefully not a Truth.

6.13 The Ice Princess

Blergh.  Bad book. 

The heroine was annoying, acting one minute like a competent girl and the next like a total idiot; stealthy breaking into houses to uncover clues while also worrying about weigh watchers points and what underwear will keep her tummy in line.  Or when she sits on her mittens so as not to get a UTI from a park bench (Seriously, maybe I should have stopped reading here.) Did I mention she is 35.  Plus, I am not even sure she is supposed to be the main character.  Was it supposed to be the police officer?  Because he seemed like he was new to this whole solving crime thing even though, based on his age, he should have been at this for at least ten years.  But you see, they knew one another as kids then moved away, and now they are in love.  Wait, is this a romance or a mystery, or is there a new hybrid? Romstery perhaps?

Spoiler Warning!

Anyway, the murder case was over done with too many plot lines meandering and big clues suddenly being revealed, and then it doesn’t even finish.  I mean, I think the guy did it, not his mom right?  I am pretty sure it isn’t good to have your reader come away not sure.  Also, I figured out the other big plot twist halfway through because I used to watch Days of Our Lives.

Other highlights include:

All men are bad.

All women are victims.

The none victim females are not complete until they find a man and once they do they stop doing anything interesting and just start cooking.

Plus, the writer is Swedish so lots of street names and meaningless car travel though the snow.

And shoveling.  Lots of shoveling.

Balls. Blergh. Bad Book.