I read about this book on a book blog (Nancy Pearl?) and was able to order it through our wonderful library system from who knows what far-flung library. I'd forgotten about it by the time it arrived and yet have been engrossed in reading it ever since. I've not read Icelandic fiction before so I cannot speak in those terms but Olafsson has such a unique voice and style of drawing you into the character's lives through the smallest details (like a pair of glasses - if you read it, you'll see what I mean). This is not a fast paced story and yet because of its non-linearity, it's not necessarily slow either. I would call it deliberate, fully formed and quite intriguing in its bizarreness! It gives the impression at first that its a simple, fun little story but as you keep reading, there is something darker, odder, more complex underneath. And whatever we're leading up to, is going to be even more so, I am sure. I'll let you know more when I've finished it. I've also just read a summary of the book (I rarely read summaries) and realize that indeed the first 1/3 of the book would have been totally spoiled for me if I had done so. Not that it would have kept me from reading necessarily but that small degree of suspense would not have been there - like forgetting to put a key seasoning in an otherwise delicious soup.