This isn't really a review as I couldn't actually finish the book. I managed about 40 pages. I have read a number of Brink novels in the past, and loved them. I would go so far to say I admire him. But this book seemed utterly different from his usual approach and style. Most importantly it seemed consistently overly sentimental and a little bit indulgent. So much so that I found it really rubbed me up the wrong way and I had to put it down disappointed and actually quite irritated. Yes, it deals with important and shocking issues, but does that therefore automatically make it good? I think not, and am suspecting some others like this book because it deals with suffering, poverty etc., and therefore is seen as good. I'm only suspecting that of course...