As White As Snow

Salla Simukka
"Lumikki Andersson may be innocent, but she's no Snow White . . ."
As White As Snow – picture

The second story in the thrilling Nordic crime series The Snow White Trilogy, an international success published in 52 territories worldwide and soon to be a Hollywood film.
‘Fans of Nesbø and Larsson won’t be disappointed’ Publishers Weekly

Lumikki Andersson may be innocent, but she’s no Snow White . . . Three and a half months have passed since Lumikki was left for dead in a snowdrift, a bullet wound in her thigh and frostbite creeping into her skin. But the scorchingly hot streets of Prague in summer provide a welcome contrast to that terrifying time, and now Lumikki just wants to move on – forget the events of the past year – and escape her parent’s oppressive concern. She’s alone again, which is just how she likes it.

But Lumikki’s peaceful solitude is about to be shattered. She is approached on the street by a nervous young woman, who, unbelievably, thinks she might be Lumikki’s long-lost sister. Lumikki is unconvinced – although Zelenka’s story seems to ring true, there’s something weird about her. Something jumpy, and suspicious. And it turns out Lumikki is right to be wary, as Zelenka is part of a dangerous religious cult. On the run for her life again, Lumikki must once more draw on her all her powers of resolve and strength if she is to survive.

Publication Date: Thu 5 Mar 2015
ISBN Paperback: 9781471403125
ISBN Ebook: 9781471403132



Salla Simukka

Salla Simukka was born in 1981 in Tampere, Finland. She studied Scandinavian philology at the University of Turku, and now lives with her husband in Tampere near the ducks at the park. She has written several novels and one collection of short prose for young people, and has translated adult fiction, children's books, and plays. Her hobbies are baking and running, and she is also the associate editor at a literary publication for young people, LUKUFIILIS. Follow Salla at


Could her father have had a torrid liaison in Prague? Was her father even capable of that kind of passion? He'd never said a word about visiting the city. It was strange. You'd have thought he would have given her tips about where to visit and what sights not to miss. Lenka was talking about a Peter Andersson who Lumikki didn't recognise. That didn't mean anything, though. It was entirely possible that there were sides to her father Lumikki didn't know. Do we ever really know anyone else? Even the people closest to us? 'When Mother died, I thought I would never learn anything more about my father. All I had was a name, Peter Andersson, and the fact that he lived in Finland and spoke Swedish. The name was so common it didn't help at all. Then I saw you.' 'But how did you know?' Lumikki couldn't help asking. 'We've never met.' For the first time, a small smile appeared on Lenka's lips. 'Before Mother burned the letters and everything, I saw a photograph of you. You were eight years old. On the back of the picture it said, 'Din lillasyster Lumikki.'Your little sister Lumikki. That picture was seared on my mind, down to the smallest detail. When I saw you, I recognised you immediately. You look so much like your picture. But I wanted to be sure, so I followed you and watched. I hope you aren't angry.' Lumikki shook her head. As she did so, she realised she wasn't entirely sure what she was saying no to. All she knew was that nothing would ever be the same again.