Only a few pages into this book I thought, Wow, what fun. Very campy. It’s like one of those cute, cozy cat mysteries. Then I looked at the quote from Stephen King on the cover and thought, Stephen King likes cozy cat mysteries, hee, hee, hee.
Maybe he does, but this is not one of those cozy little books where the cat helps the old lady solve the mystery. Far from it. Moriarty is like a magician. An awesome Australian magician. Somewhere along the way, things get real. Only you’re still having fun, so you don’t really notice until suddenly you’re novel deep in serious subject matter.
I really enjoyed this book and definitely recommend it, but I have to disagree with Mr. King. I didn’t find the book scary at all. The only thing that’s scary is the willingness and ease with which women will blame themselves and shoulder burdens, but as a woman, I already knew that. The horrors in this book were those of everyday reality, artfully told. Five stars.