1222
Not being a fan of the cranky-pants male detective with the weigh of the world on his shoulders, Henne Wilhelmsen is the female version, but way more likable because you sense her coming redemption; like the hurricane ice around her, Hanne melts as the storm abates, and the cop instincts, suppressed since her spinal injury, come to the fore; she finds her soul in the investigation as her mind is once again stretched with sorting clues and reading people.
Like many readers in today’s busy world, a book needs to grab me straight away or else I tend to toss it aside and reach for the next one on the pile. 1222 certainly did that. It was fast-paced right from the beginning, and the quirky cast of characters kept me interested. In some way, this story is a body-in-the-library type puzzle because the list of suspects is confined to those staying in the hotel. Nonetheless, there is an air of menace until the cavalry arrive by helicopter and allow Hanne to do a classic Poirot reveal at the end.
An enjoyable read!




