I'm travelling alone by Samuel Bjork

Oh my goodness, it seems an age since I last posted a book review - and checking back on my blog history, I last posted 9th October 2016! I have still been reading since then, but events over the last few years slightly overtook the reviewing as you know.

I started this book 6 months after my last review, buying it at Heathrow enroute to Singapore and Cambodia back in Feb 2017. I fancied something edgy for my short adventure to the other side of the world.

After really enjoying the original Scandinavian version of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo trilogy on Apple TV, I wanted to read a Scandinavian thriller. I was a little concerned with the translation to English and place names and it not feeling familiar, but there was none of that disjointedness and, even if there had been, I

think in hindsight it would've only added to the tense and compelling plot.

I did end up reading this book in fits and starts, having to completely start over several months after Col's passing, as I'd lost the thread a little and that is one of my pet hates when reading what I know is going to be a great story. However, once I did start over, I couldn't put it down. Page turner is such a cliche, but this is one of those.

At the time, when I too was feeling quite suicidal and lost in my grief, I could really get behind Mia (one of the two main detectives) and feel the absolute pain she is going through. You'll see what I mean when you read it. I was in a dark place and so is she. Desperately dark to the point of being in a cabin, alone, far from anyone, with a stash of pills and alcohol to keep her company. Oh, and the sea right outside. Talk about temptations at every turn!

I loved the whole cult aspect giving the murders another dimension and I really didn't see the ending coming until it was upon me. The remoteness of the locations also set the scene exceptionally well. Kudos to Bjork.