I was fully prepared to give this more than two stars. The previous two books, The Snowman and The Leopard had gotten far-fetched and Harry was beginning to turn in to an absolute arsehole whom I no longer wanted to read about. This one starts out well and I enjoyed it right until the end, when I despised it and Nesbø for what they were doing. It's just white men running around with their dicks in their hands and it's getting old now. Harry gets an erection just for being /near/ a pretty woman and it was all just a bit annoying and obvious.
Still a decent quick crime read, like most of them are, though. Great for escapism but don't write an essay about these books, please.