For me this book had a fatal flaw: the victim is discovered in the first few pages of the book, and the reader never gets to know her after that. We get glimpses of her story, but there are no flashbacks to build empathy for the character. The book is also not enough of a police procedural to become enmeshed in the hunt for the killer. Investigators Jeppe Koerner and Anette Werner—yes, their names rhyme—are unique and engaging, and the victim’s housemates are similarly well-developed as characters. Engberg’s strong suit is describing the many distinctive neighborhoods of Copenhagen, but this really wasn’t enough to sustain my interest for very long. But what do I know? This book is an international best-seller.