Two murders, ghostly babies crying, impossibly long Icelandic names and complicated family trees, all set against a broody, hostile background make for an interesting book. I enjoyed it though don't think it is particularly well written. The heroine is a lawyer but another of those slightly irritating ones who decide to do police work, accompanied by her totally superfluous boyfriend - seriously the only role he plays is to say 'Shall we take this to the police?'
The choice of crime scene, an isolated hotel in an isolated rural area, with a limited number of possible suspects, is not exactly original but the plot is complicated and clever enough to maintain interest.