I found this tabloid-like sequence of testimonies from people affected by the abuse and murder of a child a harrowing read. You really do get inside the head of monsters. A brave novel about the ultimate taboo.
Although I felt like I was drowning in motherhood, I could just about hack it until then – she could always be put to bed or stuck in a playpen, and I quite liked dressing her up when we were forced to take her out with us. But every time someone said What a pretty girl, I wanted to smash her face in.