The snowman book jo nesbo6/2/2023 ![]() ![]() ‘Just someone I know,’ Sara said, automatically checking her hair in the mirror. ‘Who lives here?’ came from the back seat. In front of the garage there was a large patch of black tarmac amid all the white, and she realised that the removal van had been there. ![]() In the rear-view mirror she saw her son’s disgruntled face. The car skidded as she applied the brakes, and she heard a groan from the back seat. ![]() So different that she almost passed his drive. She was thinking that the houses looked different in daylight. At two, the snowploughs were in action in Lillestrøm, and when, at half past two, Sara Kvinesland slowly and carefully steered her Toyota Corolla SR5 between the detached houses in Kolloveien, the November snow was lying like a down duvet over the rolling countryside. At eleven o’clock in the morning, large flakes appeared from a colourless sky and invaded the fields, gardens and lawns of Romerike like an armada from outer space. (English translation © Don Bartlett 2010) Extract from The Snowman, © Jo Nesbo 2007. ![]()
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