When I read the trailer for this book, I had to get it. It seemed like my type of book what with all of its serial killer creepiness and victorian setting.
Catherine is an agitated young woman who lives with her uncle in a ruin of a house. Although her uncle is determined to see her become a member of the upper class society, Catherine has very few companions. But suddenly, a killer strikes in her neighbourhood, ripping open the chest of his female victims and stuffing their hair in their mouths. The newspapers have started to call him the Man of Crows because of the way he arranges the bodies. Everyone is terrified – except for Catherine, who finds herself having visions related to the killings. Determined to discover the identity of the killer, she plunges head first into the dark alleys of London, only to find that everything she ever believed about her life was a lie.
I really didn’t like this novel. It was so convoluted and as I kept reading, it sounded more and more like the crazed delusions of a mental patient. Even now, I doubt whether she really had visions at all! The “truth” was really messed up and didn’t make that much sense to me. All in all, this was not a good book and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.
Happy reading ~