I purchased (or perhaps "acquired" is more accurate - I think it was offered free on my Kindle) this book, because I live on the Somerset Levels and hoped that it would be filled with local colour, as well as being a cracking thriller. Unfortunately, it missed on both scores. Naturally, living relatively locally to the setting for this story, my ears were likely to be well tuned-in to possible inconsistencies with the geography, etc. They certainly were, and I'm not going to list the many errors in place names etc, which pricked my supersense on this score.
The fact is that this story could have been set anywhere. There was practically nothing to give it the unique sense of place which its title suggested (other than the use of the local word "rhyne" (pronounced "reen") which the author seemed very proud to know, hence used it ad nauseum throughout the book. Having read plenty of thrillers which drew heavily upon the local landscape,history and traditions(Ann Cleves anyone?), this lack of locality was a major disappointment for me.
This lack of geographical specificity could have been forgiven if the story or writing were up to snuff. Unfortunately, they were not. I may have been spoiled by reading Tara French and Ann Atkinson immediately before this, but the prose seemed particularly graceless. During the first couple of chapters, I wanted to scream "No - that is not how you write elegant prose", but going back, having read the whole thing, I cannot single out anything especially objectionable in the style. Equally, I could not pick out a single turn of phrase that labelled this writer as talented - although in my previous two reads, I would have been spoilt for choice.
A cracking plot could have redeemed both of these short-comings, but, once again, this was lacking. There was a revelation/twist of sorts, but nothing out of the humdrum. The protagonist, Kate Hamblin, seemed to have very little agency. Stuff just happened to her, and the case was solved. Hey ho! Add in a vindictive lesbian, a junkie who deserves her fate, and everyone will be happy, won't they? No. Not me for one. An unremarkable read and I certainly won't bother with the next few, which David Hodges might have hoped would have funded his retirement.