Amelia Hartliss is called ‘Heartless’ by her friends and foes alike, and with good reason. But at least she has always had the assurance, up to now, that she was doing wrong for the right reason. Now she isn’t so sure: she has been forced by her boss to infiltrate a conspiracy at the top level of local government, development organisations and health bodies in the North of England, and the depths of depravity sicken her, despite her many years of experience and a feeling she had that she had ‘seen everything’. Not quite; human beings have an unlimited capacity to disappoint, as one victim puts it, and Melia has to use all her determination and ingenuity to foil a dastardly terrorist plot to poison the water supply of a major city. But worse, the conspirators are poisoning the minds of the local population too, and turning them against the weakest members of society. It’s truly sickening.
When I start a new book, I am always looking forward to it. I want to know how an author puts his thoughts on paper and one of the most important goals is to make the reader forget about everything and everybody during the hours spent immersed in the words.
It always breaks my heart when I finish a story and have to admit it was not my cup of tea, but that does not mean it was not a good one. It’s a fact that tastes differ and that’s why I always say that people should read the book and make up their own minds.
In my opinion there were to many characters. It confused me and I never had the feeling of getting to know any of them. I thought that Melia would be a force to be reckoned with but she let me down and there were too many scenes that did not really add anything to the story and sometimes made me forget what it was about to begin with.
I am sorry that I can’t give more than 3 stars.
Thank you, Mike Scantlebury.
About the author
Born in the Delta, south west of England where the curlews fly and the marigolds vanish, Mike quickly read through his local library and went looking for where the Industrial Revolution started in Britain. He arrived in Manchester in 1974, carried on his education at the local Polytechnic and was thrilled to be encouraged to read books and talk about them: writing the essays, however, was a chore.
After a bit of teaching and years of Community Development, (where he helped people do what they wanted to do but sometimes didn’t know it), he moved on into semi-retirement and found the time to construct more than one novel. Fashioning stories out of the clay of mortal men and the dust from the Inner City streets, he spins yarns that are always partly true but mostly happen in a universe where being ‘fair’ is fine, and being generous is expected.