I've just started reading Arnaldur Indridason's follow-up to Jar City (loved it), Silence of the Grave. It's hard not to love a smart Icelandic mystery, and after finishing Jar City, I promptly made my father and nomadreaderboy read it. I imagine I'll continue to read Indridason's wonders as quickly as they're translated into English.
I only had to read as far as the first sentence to get my first treat in this novel.
"He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it."
It's simply divine.