Why did I read it: I enjoyed the audio book version of The Snowman and wanted to read its sequel.
How would I rate it: DNF – I did not finish this book.
Two young women are found murdered in Oslo, both drowned in their own blood. Media coverage quickly reaches fever pitch: Could this be the work of a serial killer?
The crime scenes offer no coherent clues, the police investigation is stalled, and the one man who might be able to help doesn’t want to be found. Traumatized by his last case, Inspector Harry Hole has lost himself in the squalor of Hong Kong’s opium dens. Yet when he is compelled, at last, to return to Norway—his father is dying—Harry’s buried instincts begin to take over. After a female MP is discovered brutally murdered, nothing can keep him from the investigation.
There is little to go on: a piece of rope, a scrap of wool, a bit of gravel, an unexpected connection between the victims. And Harry will soon come to understand that he is dealing with a psychopath for whom “insanity is a vital retreat,” someone who will put him to the test—in both his professional and personal lives—as never before.
Ruthlessly intelligent and suspenseful, The Leopard is Jo Nesbø’s most electrifying novel yet—absolutely gripping from first to last.
Review: There are some books that aren’t dreadful but just aren’t worth finishing. All the same, I cannot remember the last time I read 311 pages of a book only to decide I couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. After several days of being really confused by my overwhelming apathy and agonizing over what to do, I finally gave myself permission to give up.
Why couldn’t I summon up the will to read? For one thing, this is not even half as a book as The Snowman nor was its killer remotely as frightening and cool to read about. For another? The more I read, the more I kept alternating between bored out of my mind and irritated beyond belief.
I thought that maybe I could put up with this for the sake of spending more time with Harry Hole. This worked for awhile because Harry in of himself is really fascinating in a large part due to his flaws, but also his point of view in regards to virtually anything at all. I loved the opening scenes of him in Hong Kong and I was really moved by the relationship he had with his father. However, I hated that –much like the last book– there were several female characters who were into Harry because… Well, that was a problem too. There hardly ever a compelling, believable, or even interesting reason for anything that happened, and I got tired of waiting for some to show up.
In conclusion, nothing like not the gripping, suspenseful, and electrifying novel that I was promised.