Whether we needed another book about Bible John is arguable, but nobody can fault Francisco Garcia's evidently meticulous research.
I appreciate the ways in which the author attempts to provide a well-rounded account of the women - names, humanising them and their bereaved families. Having said that, I still don't feel like we know much more about who they were as people. Garcia states this as being a main motivator in writing the book, although one has to wonder whether the tantalising possibility of finally unmasking the killer(s) was the true incentive - much like the true crime aficionados and podcasters he appears to criticise.
What the author does achieve, very well, is to give us a real flavour of Glasgow in the 60s and 70s. I also found some excellent resources for further reading, as the author mentions various books throughout.
As I read, I was particularly stricken by Garcia's account of the sheer dogged tenacity of the media - with little to no regard for the wellbeing of the people most affected by these murders. The ways in which George Puttock was repeatedly wheeled out, his pain exploited for public entertainment, is unpardonable. I just find it all so sad. I wanted to be a journalist when I was a wee girl. I'm glad it's not a career I chose to pursue in the end because the industry is increasingly being exposed as historically vicious, vile and staffed by vultures. In many ways it feels worse since the advent of social media.
The ending of the book felt quite abrupt.