I am enjoying Rankin more and more second time around; when I first read his books something didn’t gel for me, but it seems to now, every time.
If you wanted to summarise the plot this is basically about child abuse, but it wraps together three or four plot lines, all except one of which are pulled together in the end.
No criminal gangs or Big Gerr Cafferty in this one, but Edinburgh and its surrounds is as usual brilliantly evoked – he always makes me want to go there. And there is a real Cardenden, which no-one would want to go to except, maybe briefly, me.
Not Kate Atkinson, again, clearly.
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