I approached this book from a sentimental angle. The Western Hebrides are part of the family book of memories. Harris, but also Uist, Skye and, above all of them, St. Kilda. Therefore a book set in Inverness and Harris should bring moments of pleasure. And it did. It was better than expected. I guess I could have been benevolent and granted the fourth star. But I’m shy and didn’t.
There’s a story, there’s passion, there’s drunkenness and poor life, there’s an affluent family and Police detectives. There’s life, summing up. We know there’s a mystery around the hill in Harris, but the author doses up information in a good buildup of suspense.
On the down side, it’s a bit well-intentioned, certainly soft. It could have been really sordid and it isn’t. The characters could have been more developed, but my sentimental approach tells me that I was fulfilled. That was it. I liked it and had a good moment being bitten by mosquitoes while thinking of midgets and suffering from extreme heat while thinking of Northern breezes.