Reading in Reykjavík

I finished 12 books in November, of which one was a reread. They were my usual mixture of mysteries and romances, in addition to two memoirs and a book of urban legends. One of the hallmarks of a good book is its ability to affect one‘s emotions, and I read a number of such books last month. Unfortunately only two of them awakened positive emotions, one ( Beware of Cat ) to make me feel happy and well-disposed towards humankind, and the other ( Misery Loves Maggody ) made me laugh out loud at the ridiculous and wonderfully stupid antics of the characters and the situations they got themselves into. In one of the others I was annoyed with a clueless character and in another it was a masochistic lead character that got my goat. However, it was Blood, Bones and Butter which really got me worked up. I closed that book full of negative feelings, a seething rage and just a bit of paranoia - come to think of it: not unlike the feelings of the author herself seem to have been at the poi...