The Redbreast: A Harry Hole Novel“An elegant and complex thriller….Harrowingly beautiful.” —New York Times Book Review “The Redbreast certainly ranks with the best of current American crime fiction.” —Washington Post Jo Nesbø, the New York Times bestselling author of The Snowman, has solidified his spot as one of the most exciting Scandinavian crime writers. The Redbreast is the third installment in Nesbø’s tough-as-nails series featuring Oslo police detective Harry Hole. No disrespect meant to Henning Mankell and Stieg Larsson, but Jo Nesbø, the New York Times bestselling author of The Snowman, is the most exciting Scandinavian thriller writer in the crime fiction business. The Redbreast is a fabulous introduction to Nesbø’s tough-as-nails series protagonist, Oslo police detective Harry Hole. A brilliant and epic novel, breathtaking in its scope and design—winner of The Glass Key for best Nordic crime novel and selected as the best Norwegian crime novel ever written by members of Norway’s book clubs—The Redbreast is a chilling tale of murder and betrayal that ranges from the battlefields of World War Two to the streets of modern-day Oslo. Follow Hole as he races to stop a killer and disarm a ticking time-bomb from his nation’s shadowy past. Vogue magazine says that “nobody can delve into the dark, twisted mind of a murderer better than a Scandinavian thriller writer”…and nobody does it better than Jo Nesbø! James Patterson fans should also take note. |
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... coffee Ellen had brought with her when she moved into the office two years ago. The snag was that Harry's palate could no longer tolerate the usual slop. 'Supreme Court judge?' she asked. 'Before he's forty.' 'Thousand kroner he isn't ...
... Coffee, Harry?' Møller had stood up and a couple of seven-league strides had already taken him to a filing cabinet on which, balanced atop a pile of papers, a coffee machine was coughing up a viscous substance. 'Thanks boss, but I —' It ...
... coffee machine. It sounded like Waaler. Then peals of laughter. The new office girl perhaps. He still had the smell of her perfume in his nostrils. 'Fuck,' Harry said. Fu-uck. With two syllables, which made his cigarette jump twice in ...