Much of "Unthinkable" is heartbreaking and distressing, hence the title of the book. This sentence sums sex trafficking in the UK up:
"They once dreamed of Prince Charming. Instead, ususally after weeks and months of grooming, taxi drivers, burger flippers and kebab cutters queue up to rape them."
Hollington spends about half his book talking about how multiple failures in the child protection system make it possible for child grooming gangs, mostly made up of Pakistanis, to access vulnerable girls in care. There are 5,000 instances of children going missing from care homes annually, which rises to 10,000 when you take into account absences of less than 24 hours.
Yet he seems then to have something of an intellectual and moral breakdown. He states in his introduction that he hopes the book makes readers angry, but describes people who express their anger towards the (majority) perpetrators as "racist thugs". It's like something that a Guardian journalist, instead of a Times one like Hollington, would say: "get angry, but if you get angry in a way I disapprove of then you're a racist".
He praises people such as "militant Sarah" and gives us five of her success stories at the end, but what about the thousands of stories that end less edifyingly?
Hollington is to be praised for showing how comprehensively those who work on the side of the angels have not failed to protect British children from predators, but have attempted to tie journalists up in injunctions to prevent the stories of those failures from emerging.
So where do we go from here?