People in Sweden talk a lot about the weather - how much we hate it. But Finns get more depressed.

Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.

In Sweden, we've moved away from the notion that mothers have some magical, special bond with children.

Swedish taxes are high, and we don't get as much as we used to for them. And our schools aren't so good.

I do listen to Abba. And a lot of '80s and '90s pop music.

The pace of Swedish crime fiction is slower - Stieg Larsson's the exception. And I think we use the environment more.