The infamous Australian serial killer 'bodies-in-barrels' murders. "Twelve bodies, three killers, one accomplice and a maniacal murder spree that went undetected for seven years..."
The entire book is sadness personified. Everyone directly involved ... victims, murderers, family, friends ... have led lives steeped in neglect, abandonment, and poverty. Lives shredded by paedophilia, incest, and physical/sexual/emotional abuse. Lives destroyed by irresponsible parenting, a pitiful lack of education, and drugs/alcohol. Add to all of that the mental/physical disabilities of many participants, the children turned loose to run wild without constraints, and the lack of duty of care on the part of the various government agencies, and the result is gruesome ... extremely gruesome.
And, unfortunately, it's not just in Australia. It's everywhere. Multitudes upon multitudes of human beings drowning in these vile conditions of absolute despair.
It makes my heart ache. Why? Why can't we be better than this? Why do humans care so little for their fellow man/woman?
3 Stars = I liked the book. I'm glad I read it.