While this book's story is very interesting, compelling and disturbing, I found the narration BARELY tolerable. It is written and read in an Australian slang, absolutely riddled with words like mate, sheila, grog, crikey, de facto (slang for boyfriend apparently), copper, etc. It's the equivalent of listening to a book in Ebonics. The murder itself is fascinating, though.
This book prattled on like a university lecture on serial killers. A lot of time was spent talking about irrelevant characters and the book was well into part 2 before the actual crime is discussed. Even then the constant reference to serial killer facts is distracting from hearing about the crime.
No, just other books by this author.
All irrelevant and boring information. This however would mean most of the book.