I wondered why I felt so miserable and negative this morning - could be from an overdose of the grit and realism, serial-killers, arsonists, and drug-dealing thugs in this book , along with a reader of crime-thrillers, who isn't quite clever enough to frame her hated neighbour for her cheating husband's murder.
Yes, well-written, yes atmospheric, but somehow I started to feel complicit and a voyeur, and that ain't nice.
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