The authors, Lars Kepler, tries to be Steig Larson but misses the mark. Chapters 1-70 languishes by repeating the same scene over and over again covering everyone's POV. You never feel like the book is moving along. You feel stuck. The characters portrayed in this book are human with their lack of communication and blameful whiny ways, but the author fails to give the redeeming side of the characters and therefore, the reader has no connection, compassion, or empathy for them. All the characters could have perished and I wouldn't have cared because the author stalls too long throughout the book that you never get attached to the characters. Usually, a good novel leaves me sad in the end that the book will be over soon. I felt the exact opposite near the end of the book. I couldn't wait for this book to end. Good riddance!