Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
I find drug use disrespectful, self-destructive, and weak. I want no part of it.
I've never found it made the slightest difference being a woman - though there is a sort of feeling that as you get older you're not so interesting.