What do you call it when a snowman has a temper tantrum? Winter Snowman Pick-Up Line: Hi Babe, ice to meet you! What do you call a snowman on winter rollerblades? What do you get if you cross a snowman and a werewolf? Because there's no business like snow business. Why do some snowmen aspire to be famous actors?Ī. What do you get if you cross a snowman and a snapping turtle during winter? How did the snow globe feel after a scary drive in an ice storm? Because only men are stupid enough to stand out in the winter cold without a coat. Why are there only snowmen and not snowwomen?Ī. Where do winter championship snowmen football teams compete? Winter Pick-Up Line: Babe, is this sidewalk icy? 'Cause I just fell for you. What is a snowman's least favorite winter yoga position? Who is Frosty The Snowman's favorite relative? Frostbite that really, really hurts! Ouch! What do you get if you cross a snowman, a laughing hyena, and a painful pun?Ī. Just send us an email and we'll put the best up on the site.Q. You can read more book reviews or buy The Snowman by Jo Nesbo and Don Bartlett (translator) at. You can read more book reviews or buy The Snowman by Jo Nesbo and Don Bartlett (translator) at .uk Amazon currently charges £2.99 for standard delivery for orders under £20, over which delivery is free. Jo Nesbo's Harry Hole Novels in Chronological Order
If it's more crime-split families featuring alcoholism you seek, we suggest you look first to The Missing by Jane Casey. I must thank Harvill Secker's kind people for my review copy. But the Norwegian judges who gave this title two awards for best book of the year clearly disagreed. Some people, finally, may think the author a little too tricksy and teasing. This is the fifth to be translated to English, leaving out the first two, and the most recent. So while I would still hazard to suggest Hole could do with being lifted out of one of unoriginality, and things could have been more Nordic and more sustained, there was enough to spook, enough drama to drive one through the investigation, and enough uncanny snowmen to make me consider further Nesbo adventures. There were several relishable shivers concerning the concluding crime. And by the end I felt more in tune with things – it seemed to get more typically Norwegian, while getting darker and creepier. Still, the book's length allows for a rich depth, letting the unusual get in the way of things, through red herrings galore, side diversions, and quirky instances of procedural. I did at times seek for less interiorising and less detail fewer conversations (brisk as they might be) in the conference room to show the differences between Hole and his colleagues, and his new relationship with his sexy new colleague, Mrs Bratt. It certainly didn't start as tautly as Cross, however. And I licked my lips the more it went from the former to the latter. Nesbo provides some odd common ground between Fred Vargas, with her droll, gnomic, thinking-outside-the-box investigator Adamsberg, and something like the spooky, dark violence of Neil Cross, for example. So we do get what I always like to enjoy - a smart criminal being outsmarted in unusual ways, and an author clever enough to invent, then write, both sides well. There's a very cinematic jump cut that really did have me tingling. And the ending of that caesura is brilliant - cop acting very oddly in his personal investigations, baddy acting in very creepy and malicious ways. Nesbo surprised me by giving us the calm-before-the-storm bit where everyone thinks the case is closed firmly in the first half of the book. However there is a lot more within these pages to transcend that, and perhaps on any other day I would have given them four and a half stars. He's got a drink problem, a stop-start, ongoing relationship with a woman who causes him trouble by loving him, and takes his superiors and procedure with a pinch of salt. It was a pity to find his returning hero, Harry Hole, rather an off-the-shelf example. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from this European thriller - Nesbo's name is one I was very aware of, even if his output had never crossed my path.
But what could be the connection with all those crimes and the American presidential elections? And why - and how - might the police, the victims, and the reader, all come to be so terrified of a good old Scandinavian snowman? The police have little to go on, but with the help of flashbacks across cases the police could never hope to connect, we can see hints of a clever, but misogynistic man who seems to be the culprit, and on a mission against marital infidelity. Women are disappearing, and/or being found horrifically killed. It's Norway, and it's a snowy and dark November. Summary: Not the best or most individual thriller out there from European climes, but a dark and snowy read that can be very chilling, in all senses.
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