"It’s not a nice book, in any way, but it’s a good book."
By Kathryn Bell / Spinebreakers Crew
It’s difficult to put it into words really.
I literally finished reading Killing God about two minutes ago and my head is in a kind of mellow shock. But I guess that’s what I was expecting from a Kevin Brooks novel really. I only knew them by reputation and I read Black Rabbit Summer and then Killing God one after the other and I must admit this one made much more of an impact on me.
Overall, it’s original, thought provoking, gritty but still weirdly human. It manages to make every other book you’ve ever read seem like rainbows and butterflies in comparison. The character of Dawn Bundy was, at face value, fairly easy for me to relate to. The way the narrative unfolds makes you sympathise with her and at points your heart just goes out to her and you want to pull her out of the page and keep her wrapped up in your own, less troubled, world.
The plot was interesting and, most importantly, damn near impossible to second-guess. The events that come hurtling around every corner are surprising and captivating. It’s not a nice book, in any way, but it’s a good book. I think I’m converted, (if that’s the right word), from my current happy-ending-craving state.
Kevin Brooks has pleasantly surprised me with his grimly entertaining tale of disfunctionality, fathers and daughters and, of course, Killing God.