I will admit I chose this book out of need for some mindless literature to read in the bath.
It was one of those weeks.
From a huge box of my parents books destined for the charity shop I chose one that looked like it didn't require concentration, engagement or deep thinking.
In fact there were quite a few long sections of description, detailing Montreal's history, culture and some science which I scoffed at.
Mostly I skipped these sections and read about chasing criminals in the snow, driving on ice, and gruesome deaths. There were plenty of those.
I shall now leave crime fiction alone for another 10 years or so, which is probably how long it was since I read anything from this genre. But it served it's purpose.
Sometimes escapist literature is what we all need.
Even if we don't read all of it......