Except, the lovely Irish voices in this book tell a story that’s anything but charming. Well, that’s not quite true – they tell the story of a charming Irish serial killer who seduces women and then uses whatever weapon he has on hand to end their lives. ‘Tis a scary tale indeed. And rather bloody.
I also have to admit that this is absolutely not the kind of fiction that I tend to read. No, not at all. So, when the first chapter tells about the postman of a Dublin neighborhood finding Ms. Moira Hegarty dead of a blow to the head, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to continue. When the bodies of her nieces, Fiona and Roisin (pronounce row-sheen) Walsh are also found, half-starved and locked away where no one could help them, you can see why I didn’t want to read anymore. The horror.
But, Christian Moerke is a clever storyteller. So when the diary of Fiona Walsh surfaces and explains how she and her sister ended up in such a situation, I had to persevere. When Roisin’s diary furthers the story, I was hooked.
The poor Walsh sisters aren’t to be pitied, however. No, they didn’t die without a fight. They did stand up to Darling Jim Quick, the sociopathic storyteller who rides his classic red motorcycle into their sleepy village outside of Cork one day and changed their lives forever. They did stand up for Roisin’s twin sister, Aoife (pronouced ee-fa), when she is brutalized by Jim and they did stick together until the end.
It’s just that when you have a psychotic aunt who seeks revenge, things might end badly.
If you’re looking for a book that’s creepy, charming and fascinating all rolled up into one, then this is for you. Oh, and the brogues are brilliant as well. Just watch out for handsome storytellers who have a way with the girlies and loony aunties – they can’t be trusted.
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