Half their number were saddled with the additional encumberment of a plastic card hung around the neck on a thin, silvery chain-link lanyard spelling out the label 'STUTTERER' in glossy raised gold capitals. Not, ironically this violet eyed specimen, despite having developed a most debilitating nervous stammer even before beginning her tenure in this place. They were berated for the tiniest slip, while she would simply be told to take her time, to avoid long words and those she knew she couldn't' pronounce. Her stammer would be met with a condescending smile and the patient, resigned advice to try again avoiding this word or that or to find a shorter, simpler term - it was an insidious process she worried was making her worse not better....following on from the previousInstitutionalised novels comes this final chapter in the trilogy."
By the third book, I found that I was becoming tired of the repetition of fetishistic descriptions of school girl clothes, remade with malice for adults. Sure, the descriptions were well written, each. But I admit, I started skimming. Still, I found that I was pulled along, needing to see how far the main characters would be pulled down. The book certainly goes headlong into a place of horror. While the author proposed, at some point during the series, a sense of plausibility, I yearned for and still believe in the survival and the resilience of the human spirit. The scenarios described become so desperate and distasteful that I believe the characters would have acted much differently. (Aye - both aggressors and victims.)
Characters are well drawn and bring forth a strong collection of emotions. The story, though, was not satisfying to me.