The Boy in the Suitcase (Nina Borg Series #1) [NOOK Book]


Nina Borg, a Red Cross nurse, wife, and mother of two, is a compulsive do-gooder who can't say no when someone asks for help—even when she knows better. When her estranged friend Karin leaves her a key to a public locker in the Copenhagen train station, Nina gets suckered into her most dangerous project yet. Inside the locker is a suitcase, and inside the suitcase is a three-year-old boy: naked and drugged, but alive.
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Nina Borg, a Red Cross nurse, wife, and mother of two, is a compulsive do-gooder who can't say no when someone asks for help—even when she knows better. When her estranged friend Karin leaves her a key to a public locker in the Copenhagen train station, Nina gets suckered into her most dangerous project yet. Inside the locker is a suitcase, and inside the suitcase is a three-year-old boy: naked and drugged, but alive.
Is the boy a victim of child trafficking? Can he be turned over to authorities, or will they only return him to whoever sold him? When Karin is discovered brutally murdered, Nina realizes that her life and the boy's are in jeopardy, too. In an increasingly desperate trek across Denmark, Nina tries to figure out who the boy is, where he belongs, and who exactly is trying to hunt him down.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In this riveting first in a new Danish crime series, hard-working Copenhagen nurse Nina Borg can’t say no to nursing school friend Karin’s cryptic request to pick up a package at the train station. There, stuffed in a suitcase inside a locker, Nina finds a three-year-old boy, drugged but alive. A near altercation with a violent man, who arrives at the locker soon after and is furious to find the suitcase empty, quashes Nina’s instincts to call the police. Child in tow, she tries to track down Karin to understand her involvement and discover whether the boy, Mikas, who speaks only Lithuanian, is a victim of sex trafficking. Meanwhile, others are searching frantically for Mikas, from his mother in Vilnius to the men who’ll stop at nothing to recover their “cargo.” Without flashy plot devices, Kaaberbøl and Friis let Nina’s particular blend of stoicism and vulnerability guide the story. (Nov.)
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A New York Times Bestseller
The New York Times Book Review Notable Crime Book of 2011
Strand Magazine Critics Award Nominee
Indie Next List November 2011 Pick
Barry Award Nominee for Best First Novel
Harald Morgensen Award for Best Danish Thriller of the Year
Glass Key Crime Fiction Award Nominee

“Here’s something you don’t often see in Nordic noir fiction — a novel written by two women about the criminal mistreatment of women and children, compassionately told from a feminine perspective and featuring female characters you can believe in…. the first collaborative effort of Lene Kaaberbol and Agnete Friis, and it packs an almighty punch.”—The New York Times Book Review, Notable Crime Book of 2011

Fans of Nordic crime fiction, rejoice: Something is rotten in Denmark. But never fear, Red Cross nurse Nina Borg is on the case.... A wild ride.”—New York Post

“Terrific.... What’s for sure is that, once you start reading, you can’t stop — it’s as if the poor kid’s life depends on your getting to the end as fast as possible.... looks like another winning entry in the emotionally lacerating Scandinavian mystery sweepstakes.”—The Washington Post

“Written in that sparse, uniquely Scandinavian style sure to draw comparisons with a certain blockbuster trilogy (this is better), this story packs plenty of emotional suspense and interpersonal friction without veering into melodrama. Kaaberbol and Friis know when to reveal and when to pull back, presenting just enough back story about Sigita's upbringing and marriage, just enough about Nina's relationship with her family and friends, without ever interrupting the action. The disparate perspectives do as much to humanize all the action as they do to disorient — and I mean that in the best possible sense.”—Associated Press
“A frightening and tautly told story of the lengths to which people will go for family and money.”—USA Today

“A terrific central character and a great plot.... As the story builds, each storyline is woven in, and no character, including Nina Borg, is what we think.... A series to watch.”—Toronto Globe and Mail

"Soho is known for high-quality crime fiction set around the globe, so it's no surprise that this gripping Danish thriller kept me turning pages while its poignant characters lodged in my heart. Denmark has never looked so sinister!"—Denise Hamilton, Edgar-winning author of the Eve Diamond series, The Last Embrace and Damage Control

"Stunning. Hooked me from the beginning. The Danish bourgeoisie and the criminal underworld collide in a moving, fast-paced thriller with psychological depth."—Cara Black, bestselling author of Murder in the Marais

"Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnette Friis have created a dark shimmering gem of a crime thriller in The Boy in the Suitcase. Using the reliable skills we’ve come to expect from their Nordic brethren—clean tight prose, recognizably human characters, a fierce social conscience and airtight plotting—they’ve fashioned as engaging a story as you’re going to read anytime soon. The pages blur you read them so quickly, and yet the wallop to your mind and heart is real and deep. There must be something in the water up there—for which we should all be profoundly grateful."—David Corbett, Edgar-nominated author of Do They Know I’m Running?

“A must for Scandinavian crime fiction aficionados."—Library Journal, Starred Review

“A great introduction to an award-winning team of Danish authors.”—November 2011 Indie Next List

“Women characters get star turns in this book, with the most poignant being Sigita, the young single mother desperate to find her missing son. Realizing how acutely alone she is in this pursuit, Sigita summons a pugilistic tenacity in the face of the indifference of family and police to her son’s plight as well as her own.” —Boston Globe 

“Among the best crime novels of the year…. marks Kaaberbol and Friis as serious talents to be reckoned with, ready to be discovered by an American audience.”—Publishers Marketplace

“Stieg Larsson fans will find a lot to like in The Boy in the Suitcase ... [Nina Borg] will strike many, particularly female readers, as a more appealing version of Lisbeth Salander.”—Publishers Weekly

“Of all the recent Scandinavian thrillers that have been rushed into translation for fans of Stieg Larsson, here’s one whose pair of strong heroines taking on a monstrous conspiracy of men behaving badly is actually reminiscent of the Millennium Trilogy.... A debut that’s a model of finely tuned suspense.”—Kirkus Reviews

“This past-paced, suspenseful thriller intertwines several stories, gradually revealing the motivations of multiple characters and building tremendous suspense. The novel should be recommended to anyone who enjoys Asa Larsson’s Rebecka Martinsson series and, especially, Christian Jungersen’s The Exception (2007), another Danish thriller focused on a group of female characters.”—Booklist

The Boy in the Suitcase ratchets along at a breathless pace, skillfully switching points of view in a tightly choreographed arrangement.”—Daily Beast

"This is a thrilling and most urgent novel reflecting a terrifying reality."—Maj Sjowall, bestselling co-author of the Martin Beck series

"Warning! If you open this book, your life will be on stand-by."—Elle (Denmark)

"Extraordinary.... A crime novel where everything is perfectly done."—The Weekend Newspaper (Denmark)

The Boy in the Suitcase, cements Scandinavia’s reputation as a new hunting ground for tautly-plotted, well-written mysteries…. a fast-paced thriller written in tight and sparse prose that seems to be the hallmark of Scandinavian mystery authors. A compelling read that you’ll find hard to put down.” —Mystery Cime Librarian

"The first in a series of mysteries from Denmark is a highly emotional story of secrets and bad decisions. It is also about women: desperate, scared women; women who refuse to look at choices they’ve made; and most of all, a very determined, brave woman who has to get involved in the lives of others. It starts with a series of short chapters from the viewpoints of seemingly unconnected characters. The writing is sparse, never telling the readers more than they must know at the moment and the action and emotion are continuous. The surprise ending is perfect. You won’t be able to put this down."—Romantic Times

“The Boy in the Suitcase is an exceptional crime fiction debut that shines a light on a tragic and real social issue. It manages to address this problem with a seriousness and social conscience that add significant weight to the story. It is an engaging, suspenseful, and excellently written crime fiction novel with complex and well-drawn characters which has been a bestseller throughout Scandinavia. The Boy in the Suitcase is definitely worth a read!”—Scandinavian Books' Nordic Book Blog

The Boy in the Suitcase by Lene Kaaberbøl and Agnete Friis is another exemplary Scandinavian mystery with a seriously driven heroine, and a most unusual plot and premise, that will keep you guessing until the very end.”—BookLoons, Recommended Read for November 2011

“A fast paced thriller that keeps the reader interested and invested from the moment Nina discovers the life stolen away inside that suitcase…. Lene Kaaberbol and Agnete Friis have written a story about motherhood, immigration, crime and punishment and redemption that needs no comparison.” —Literate Housewife

Library Journal
Red Cross nurse Nina Borg, who works helping illegal refugees, gets a call from an estranged friend begging her to pick up a package in one of the lockers at the main Copenhagen train station. The package turns out to be a suitcase with a drugged three-year-old boy inside. When the friend is murdered, Nina realizes she's caught in the middle of a kidnapping case. Nina must use her connections in the refugee community to discover the identity and nationality of the child before she can find out who is behind his abduction. Nina is a complicated, flawed character, conflicted by her compulsion to help strangers rather than stay home with her family. VERDICT Although Nina is the protagonist, she is only one of several voices, and it takes a while to get used to the switching among points of view. Readers who hang on will enjoy the fast-paced plot that takes a surprising twist when the multiple story lines are finally connected. Winner of the 2008 Harald Mogensen award for Best Danish Crime Novel and a finalist for the Scandinavian Glass Key Award (losing to Stieg Larsson), this trilogy debut has also been translated into nine languages. A must for Scandinavian crime fiction aficionados. [See Prepub Alert, 8/2/11.]—Jean King, West Hempstead P.L., NY
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781569479827
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 11/8/2011
  • Series: Nina Borg Series, #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 15,802
  • File size: 708 KB

Meet the Author

Lene Kaaberbøl has sold more than two million books worldwide as a fantasy writer. Her collaborator, Agnete Friis, is a children's writer. Their bestselling Nina Borg series has been translated into ten languages.
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Holding the glass door open with her hip, she dragged the
suitcase into the stairwell leading down to the underground
parking lot. Sweat trickled down her chest and back beneath her
T-shirt; it was only slightly cooler here than outside in the shimmering
heat of the airless streets. The strong smell of decaying fast food from
a jettisoned burger bag did nothing to improve the flavor of the place.

There was no elevator. Step by step she manhandled the heavy suitcase
down to the level where she was parked, then realized that she
didn’t really want it in her car until she knew what was in it. She found
a relatively private spot behind some dumpsters, sheltered from security
cameras and the curious gazes of passersby. The case wasn’t locked,
just held closed by two clasps and a heavy-duty strap. Her hands were
shaking, and one of them was numb and bloodless from carrying the
ungainly weight for such a distance. But she managed to unbuckle the
strap and unsnap the locks.

In the suitcase was a boy: naked, fair-haired, rather thin, about three
years old. The shock rocked her back on her heels so that she fell against
the rough plastic surface of the dumpster. His knees rested against his
chest, as if someone had folded him up like a shirt. Otherwise he would
not have fit, she supposed. His eyes were closed, and his skin shone
palely in the bluish glare of the fluorescent ceiling lights. Not until she
saw his lips part slightly did she realize he was alive.


The house sat on the brink of a cliff, with an unhindered
view of the bay. Jan knew perfectly well what the locals
called it: the Fortress. But that was not why he looked at the white
walls with a vague sense of dissatisfaction. The locals could think
what they liked; they weren’t the ones who mattered.

The house was of course designed by a well-known architect,
and modern, in a functional-classical way, a modern take on the
Swedish “funkis” trend. Neo-funkis. That’s what Anne called it,
and she had shown him pictures and other houses until he understood,
or understood some of it, at least. Straight lines, no decoration.
The view was meant to speak for itself, through the huge
windows that drew the light and the surrounding beauty into the
room. That was how the architect had put it, and Jan could see
his point, everything new and pure and right. Jan had bought the
grounds and had the old summer cottage torn down; he had battled
the municipal committee until they realized that they most
certainly did want him as a taxpayer here and gave the necessary
permissions; he had even conquered the representative of the local
Nature Society with a donation that nearly made her choke on her
herbal tea. But why should he not establish a wildlife preserve? He
had no interest in other people’s building here, or tramping all over
the place in annoying picnic herds. So there it was, his house, protected
by white walls, airy and bright, and with clean uncluttered
neo-funkis lines. Just the way he had wanted it.

And yet, it was not what he wanted. This was not how it was supposed
to be. He still thought of the other place with a strange, unfocused
longing. A big old pile, an unappealing mix of decaying 1912
nouveau-riche and appallingly ugly sixties additions, and snobbily
expensive because it was on Strandvejen, the coast-hugging residences
of the Copenhagen financial elite. But that was not why he
had wanted it—zip codes meant nothing to him. Its attraction was
its nearness to Anne’s childhood home, just on the other side of the
tall unkempt whitethorn hedge. He couldn’t help but imagine it
all: The large family gathered for barbecues under the apple trees,
he and Anne’s father in a cloud of Virginia tobacco, holding chunky
tumblers of a very good Scotch. Anne’s siblings by the long white
patio table, with their children. Anne’s mother in the swing seat, a
beautiful Indian shawl around her shoulders. His and Anne’s children,
four or five, he had imagined, with the youngest asleep in
Anne’s lap. Most of all, Anne happy, relaxed, and smiling. Gathered
for the Midsummer festival, perhaps, with a bonfire of their own,
and yet enough of them there so that the singing sounded right.
Or just some ordinary Thursday, because they felt like it, and there
had been fresh shrimp on the pier that day.

He drew hungrily at his cigarette, looking out across the bay.
The water was a sullen dark blue, streaked with foam, and the wind
tore at his hair and made his eyes water. He had even persuaded
the owner to sell. The papers were there, ready for his signature.
But she had said no.

He didn’t get it. It was her family, damn it. Weren’t women supposed
to care about such things? The nearness, the roots, the closeknit
relations? All that stuff. And with a family like Anne’s, so . . .
right. Healthy. Loving. Strong. Keld and Inger, still obviously in love
after nearly forty years. Anne’s brothers, who came to the house regularly,
sometimes with their own wives and children, other times
alone, just dropping in because they both still played tennis at the
old club. To become part of that, in such an easy, everyday manner,
just next door, on the other side of the hedge . . . how could
she turn that down? But she did. Quietly, stubbornly, in true Annefashion,
without arguments or reasons why. Just no.

So now here they were. This was where they lived, he and she
and Aleksander, on the edge of a cliff. The wind howled around the
white walls whenever the direction was northwesterly, and they
were alone. Much too far away to just drop in, not part of things,
with no share in that easy, warm family communion except by special
arrangement now and then, four or five times a year.

He took a last drag and tossed the cigarette away, stepping on
the butt to make sure the dry grass didn’t catch fire. He stood for a
few minutes, letting the wind whip away the smell from his clothes
and hair. Anne didn’t know that he had started smoking again.
He took the photo from his wallet. He kept it there because
he knew Anne was much too well raised to go snooping through
his pockets. He probably should have gotten rid of it, but he just
needed to look at it sometimes, needed to feel the mixture of hope
and terror it inspired.

The boy was looking straight into the camera. His bare shoulders
were drawn forward, as if he hunched himself against some
unseen danger. There were no real clues to where the photo had
been taken; the details were lost in the darkness behind him. At
the corner of his mouth, one could see traces of something he had
just eaten. It might be chocolate.

Jan touched the picture with one forefinger, very gently. Then
he carefully put the photo away again. They had sent him a mobile
phone, an old Nokia, which he would never himself have bought.
Probably stolen, he thought. He dialed the number, and waited for
the reply.

“Mr. Marquart.” The voice was polite, but accented. “Hello.
Have you decided?”

In spite of having made his decision, he hesitated. Finally the
voice had to prod him on.

“Mr. Marquart?”

He cleared his throat.

“Yes. I accept.”

“Good. Here are your instructions.”

He listened to the brief, precise sentences, wrote down numbers
and figures. He was polite, like the man on the phone. It was
only after the conversation had ended that he could no longer contain
his disgust and defiance. Furiously, he flung the phone away;
it arced over the fence to bounce and disappear on the heathered
slope beneath him.

He got back into his car and drove the rest of the way up to the

Less than an hour later, he was crawling about on the slope,
looking for the damn thing. Anne came out onto the terrace in
front of the house and leaned over the railing.

“What are you doing?” she shouted.

“I dropped something,” he called back.

“Do you want me to come down and help?”


She stayed out there for a while. The wind tore at her peach-colored
linen dress, and the updraft blew her fair shoulder-length
hair up around her face, so that it looked as if she were falling. In
free fall without a parachute, he thought, only to check that chain
of thought before it could continue. It would be all right. Anne
would never need to know.

It took him nearly an hour and a half to find the stupid phone.
And then he had to call the airline. This was one trip he had no
wish to let his secretary book for him.

“Where are you going?” asked Anne.

“Just a quick trip to Zurich.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said hastily. Fear had flooded into her eyes instantly,
and trying to calm it was a knee-jerk reaction. “It’s just a business
thing. Some funds I need to arrange. I’ll be back by Monday.”

How had they ended up like this? He suddenly recalled with
great intensity that Saturday in May more than ten years ago when
he had watched Keld walk her up the aisle. She had been fairytale
pretty, in a stunningly simple white dress, pink and white rosebuds
in her hair. He knew at once that the bouquet he had chosen was
much too big and garish, but it hadn’t mattered. He was just a few
minutes away from hearing her say “I do.” For an instant, his gaze
caught Keld’s, and he thought he saw a welcome and an appreciation
there. Father-in-law. I’ll take care of her, he silently promised
the tall, smiling man. And in his mind added two promises
that weren’t in the marriage vows: he would give her anything she
wanted, and he would protect her against everything that was evil
in the world.

That is still what I want, he thought, tossing his passport into
the Zurich case. Whatever the price.

Sometimes, Jučas had a dream about a family. There
was a mother and a father and two children, a boy and a
girl. Usually, they would be at the dinner table, eating a meal the
mother had cooked for them. They lived in a house with a garden,
and in the garden there were apple trees and raspberries. The people
were smiling, so that one could tell they were happy.

He himself was outside the house, looking in. But there was
always the feeling that any minute now they would catch sight of
him, and the father would open the door, smiling even wider, and
say: “There you are! Come in, come in.”

Jučas had no idea who they were. Nor could he always remember
what they looked like. But when he woke, it would be with a
feeling of muddled nostalgia and expectation that would stay with
him all day like a tightness in his chest.

Lately he had dreamed the dream a lot. He blamed it on Barbara.
She always wanted to talk about how it was going to be—him and
her, and the little house just outside Krakow, close enough that her
mother would need to take only one bus, and yet far enough away
for them to have a bit of privacy. And there would be children. Of
course. Because that was what Barbara wanted: children.

The day before it was to happen, they had celebrated. Everything
was done, everything ready. The car was packed, all preparations
were in place. The only thing that could stop them now was if the
bitch suddenly changed her pattern. And even if she did, all they
had to do was wait another week.

“Let’s go to the country,” said Barbara. “Let’s go find someplace
where we can lie in the grass and be alone together.”

At first he refused on the grounds that it was best not to alter
one’s own pattern. People remembered. Only as long as one did
what one always did would one remain relatively invisible. But
then he realized this might be his last day in Lithuania ever, if
everything went according to plan. And he didn’t really feel like
spending that day selling security systems to middle-range businessmen
in Vilnius.

He called the client he was due to see and canceled, telling
them the company would be sending someone Monday or Tuesday
instead. Barbara called in sick with “the flu.” It would be Monday
before anyone at Klimka’s realized they had been playing hooky at
the same time, and by then it wouldn’t matter.

They drove out to Lake Didžiulis. Once, this had been a holiday
camp for Pioneer children. Now it was a scout camp instead, and
on an ordinary school day at the end of August, the whole place
was completely deserted. Jučas parked the Mitsubishi in the shade
beneath some pines, hoping the car wouldn’t be an oven when they
returned. Barbara got out, stretching so that her white shirt slid
up to reveal a bit of tanned stomach. That was enough to make his
cock twitch. He had never known a woman who could arouse him
as quickly as Barbara. He had never known anyone like her, period.
He still wondered why on earth she had picked someone like him.

They stayed clear of the wooden huts, which in any case looked
rather sad and dilapidated. Instead they followed the path past
the flag hill and into the woods. He inhaled the smell of resin and
sun-parched trees, and for a moment was back with Granny Edita
on the farm near Visaginas. He had spent the first seven years
of his life there. Freezing cold and lonely in the winter, but in
the summer Rimantas moved in with his Gran on the neighboring
farm, and then the thicket of pines between the two smallholdings
became Tarzan’s African Jungle, or the endless Mohican
woods of Hawkeye.

“Looks like we can swim here.” Barbara pointed at the lakeshore
further ahead. An old swimming platform stuck into the waters of
the lake like a slightly crooked finger.

Jučas stuffed Visaginas back into the box where it belonged, the
one labeled “The Past.” He didn’t often open that box, and there
was certainly no reason to mess with it now.

“There are probably leeches,” he said, to tease her.

She grimaced. “Of course there aren’t. Or they wouldn’t let the
children swim here.”

Belatedly, he realized he didn’t really want to stop her from taking
her clothes off.

“You’re probably right,” he said, hastily.

She flashed him a quick smile, as though she knew exactly what
he was thinking. And as he watched, she slowly unbuttoned her
shirt and stepped out of her sand-colored skirt and string sandals,
until she stood barefoot on the beach, wearing only white panties
and a plain white bra.

“Do we have to swim first?” he asked.

“No,” she said, stepping close. “We can do that afterwards.”

He wanted her so badly it sometimes made him clumsy like a
teenager. But today he forced himself to wait. Playing with her.
Kissing her. Making sure she was just as aroused as he was. He
fumbled for the condom he always kept in his wallet, at her insistence.
But this time she stopped him.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” she said. “And such a beautiful place.
Surely, we can make a beautiful child, don’t you think?”

He was beyond speech. But he let go of the wallet and held her
for several long minutes before he pushed her down onto the grass
and tried to give her what she so badly wanted.

Afterwards, they did swim in the deep, cool waters of the
lake. She was not a strong swimmer, had never really learned how,
so mostly she doggy-paddled, splashing and kicking. Finally she
linked her hands behind his neck and let herself be towed along as
he backstroked to keep them both afloat. She looked into his eyes.

“Do you love me?” she asked.


“Even though I’m an old, old woman?” She was nine years older
than him, and it bothered her. He didn’t care.

“Insanely,” he said. “And you’re not old.”

“Take care of me,” she said, settling her head on his chest. He
was surprised at the strength of the tenderness he felt.

“Always at your service,” he murmured. And he thought that
perhaps the family in the dream was him and Barbara, perhaps that
was the point of it all—him and Barbara, in the house just outside
Krakow. Soon.

Just one little thing to be done first.
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  • Posted November 22, 2011

    Great Read!!!

    Loved the story and the thrill. The storytelling was interesting with the use of backstories. Ending has a nice twist. Will recommend to my club.

    30 out of 35 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2011


    What a great book.. It's harsh and filled with whats probably more reality than i would like to believe. It was pretty fast paced and easy to read, but that isn't to say it was lacking detail. It was colorful but dark smothered in a blanket of bizarre hopefulness, thanks to our two leading ladies, i'd say. All in all i think this book is worth spending a fews with.

    12 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2011

    Great read during Thanksgiving holiday!

    Good writing style, just enough well-written descriptions to carry the story in a steadyfast timing. The story is well-developed and with no loose ends. I'll recommend to any mystery novel lovers.

    10 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 30, 2012

    Edge of your seat thriller....

    I purchased and read this book in a day! The characters are riveting. I was absorbed in the story from the beginning with every twist and turn. I love a story that leaves you guessing until the very end and this one is an ace! Exceptional read!

    9 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013


    This book was free, very well edited, 280 pages long and a little hard to get into at first. The flow was a little choppy, but this could have been because it was by a Scandinavian author. Not unlike, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo series. By chapter three, I was hooked and did not put this book down for the 2 1/2 hours it took me to finish it. This book contains lots of violence, and at times lurid details. It is believeable. All the characters are well written. The details are wonderful, there are some foreign sentences here and there, with a translation afterwards, so this does not present a problem, includes child abuse and trafficking. There are a few sexual referrals, nothing graphic though. I will read more by this author and will purchase the rest of this series. This is not a book for younger readers, due to the violence and content. Recommended for both sexes, ages 18 and up.


    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 24, 2011

    Boy in the Suitcase

    Gripping page turner. Similar to Kate Atkinson's crime ficton.

    7 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2011

    Incredible Story

    I read this as part of Nook friends on FB. I never would have picked it on my own. The story is somewhat complex and the ending was a complete surprise. Glad I read it.

    Note: there are formatting issues with page numbers

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2012

    Loved it!

    A page turner. And a good twist to the story. A must read this year.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2011

    <24 hrs

    Thats what it took for me to read this book, less than 24 hrs!

    5 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2011

    Could not put it down

    Great read!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2012


    A real page turner. Right up there with the best Scandinavian crime fiction.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2011

    Would not recommend anyone spendng their money on this one.

    Would not recommend anyone wasting their money on this one. Very difficult read. Confusing plot and characters. Got bored & finally gave up half way through.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2011


    Read some of it sounds lilw a good book hope you lik it if you do are doint send me feedback thanks

    3 out of 53 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2013

    Hard to get into

    Didnt enjoy this book at all. Very hard to get into. Far too many characters to keep up with. Didnt bother finishing the book after the first half.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 26, 2012

    Not the best

    Good story, but the writing lacking!!!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2012


    I am a lover of books. I love reading and I try to expand my interests in different types of books. This book was terrible. I made it to page 118 and still was not impressed. The author's typos annoyed me...the story and the many characters were hard to follow. It just didn't keep me interested. But I tried! I kept reading because I thought it would get interesting...the general IDEA of the book sounded good. What a waste of money!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2012

    Good concept, dull book.

    Good concept, dull book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2012


    Wht does this harriet klausner persist in ruining books? Every post she reviews she reveals the entire plot. Someone should tell her how to review a book. We can read the overviee for what its about. She just needs to say if she liked it or not, not give away the entire plot line.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Great read

    A real page turner...couldn't put it down!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2011

    Good thriller with a social message

    This book focuses on child abduction, abuse and other social issues.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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