Wilson's sixth novel is probably her most powerful yet, and almost certainly her best written. After five books written in the first person, here segue here into the third is very assuredly done, and she uses the new range of viewpoints to very impressive effect. Too, you get a chance to see Wilson's actual authorial voice, rather than it being always filtered through her characters' narratives as before, and it's a confident and mature one.
Wilson's characters are real and likeable. Amy is fun and likeable protagonist, her father George - reformed conman - is good for a bit of comic relief (Wilson's very good at this - it's usually not remarked upon, but her wit is occasionally hilarious), and Sheila Shand, a woman abused for years by her father before she finally snaps and kills him, is a remarkably powerful and moving character. The plot moves quickly, the writing is smooth and engaging, and the way Wilson deals with her mystery - gradually teasing it out all the way through so, dripping out revelations until you think you know pretty much all there is to know, before a small, nifty twist in the last pages.
The whole thing is very impressive. It deals with a horrifying subject matter in a sensible, sensitive, empathic way - and that's sometimes a rare quality to find in a crime novel. You leave feeling very moved but not actually personally sullied in a slightly distasteful way, the way some books which treat their material more gratuitously can do.
I recommend this bookv ery highly. So far it's one of my favourite crime novels of the year, and I hope its every bit as sucessful and prize-tipped as her last novel, The Lover, was (which I actually didn't feel so hot about). Wilson's clearly one our most talented new crime writers.