To be a revolutionary you have to be a human being. You have to care about people who have no power.
If you win without sacrifice you enjoy it but it's more satisfying when you have struggled.
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.

