When you enter this book's ISBN into the Goodreads search engine, nothing comes up, and the Kindle Edition is the only version that is available when entering the title manually, very strange indeed. I'd just like to point out, that I read this book in Paperback, not Kindle.
Abuse seemed to follow Kathleen Richards around like a dark shadow. Abusers seemed to be able to pick her out in a crowded room, as if she had some sort of sign around her neck. Her vulnerability must have illuminated her out like a beacon, making her easy pickings for narcissistic, sociopathic, predators. Asking herself, that one age old question of the victim, why me?.
Kathleen Richards was not only prey to a litany of predators and paedophiles, shockingly including her own grandfather and of course, Fred and Rose West, she was also the victim of the institutionalized failure and neglect of the authorities. Then to rub salt in the wounds, she was later the target of rogue police predator, PC Darren Heath! You honestly couldn't make it up, Kathleen was failed again and again and again.
But unfortunately, for as harrowing and upsetting as Kathleen's life story was, and being brutally honest, I was only really interested in the periods pertaining to her time in and around the life of Fred and Rose West.
I felt therefore, that there was far too much time spent on her backstory, before herself and her sister, Derdrie ended up on the doorstep of 25 Cromwell Street. Yes, that previous period of her life, with its heart breaking financial and emotional poverty, and some more than uncomfortable reading about abuse and paedophilia, were pretty difficult subjects to get your head around, especially coming from a warm and loving family background myself. But, and in all honesty, it was the time spent with the West's that I really wanted to hear about. Serial killers are where my interest lies, not individual tales of woe, otherwise it all becomes like a form of the Victorian Freak Show, and ostensibly, it’s just another ’poverty safari’. And for me, my full attention wasn't really piqued until we arrived at this point in the story, nearly a quarter of the way into the book! And even then, Fred's dreadful assaults on Kathleen were so terrifyingly frequent, the book was seemingly becoming repetitive! Why not just leave, I suppose some would ask? Unfortunately for the abused, and certainly in Kathleen’s place, they mistakenly blame themselves, and so are trapped by the egregious situations in which they find themselves. The question I asked, was why her sister left her there alone, to go visit her boyfriend? I felt that I'd have asked my sibling to come with me!? But you never really know how you would react in any given situation, until you, God forbid, experience it yourself! Rational thinking is swamped in a morass of irrational guilt and blind confusion, and the poor lass must've been living a veritable nightmare. It just doesn’t bear thinking about.
Anyway, the book didn't really pick up again, until years after the sisters had finally escaped the Gloucester 'House of Horrors', and focused on the arrest and trial of Fred and Rose West.
I appreciate that my review of this book might sound a bit callous, but honestly, that most definitely isn't my intention. It just felt like the part of the book that concentrated on Kathleen's childhood (or lack thereof) and youth, was harrowing, for harrowing sake, and I'd have just been as well reading a Frank McCourt novel!
Indeed my heart goes out to Kathleen Richards in every sense, failed time and again by those who chose to abuse and neglect her, instead of being her safety net of love and support, and the systemic failure of the authorities, complicit in their enabling of abusers and what they do.
The book is well written and eminently heartbreaking, but for me, there’s too much focus on time spent not under their roof.