My rating: 5 of 5 stars
It took me some time to decide on what kind of rating I wanted to give to this book. I’m still not sure if a five star is the right one or not. To be honest, I’ve not been able to make up my mind about this book—whether I liked it or not.
As much as the gruesomeness and starkness nauseated me, the story was riveting and held my attention from the get-go. Inara did not seem to be a reliable witness because I was never really sure if she was telling the truth or just trying to keep the investigators on their toes. Yet, as I read further, I realized that she was the only one I could actually trust (you don’t have a choice there).
I trudged cautiously through the pages, unsure of what would be revealed and what turn the story would take. My hands often trembled and I shed quite a few tears (okay, a lot of tears) and was overwhelmed with the emotions Inara’s narration filled me with. I cried each time a girl whispered her real name. Every goodbye had me tearing my heart out. There were moments I felt I couldn’t read further, yet I continued. The way Dot Hutchinson has woven the story, Inara’s blunt narrative, to say that there were goosebumps on my skin and tears in my eyes, would not be far from the truth.
It sure is a haunting story and will stay with you for a long time. What scares me more, is the possibility of somewhere, there being a gardener collecting his butterflies, to fulfill his twisted fantasies. I can only pray that our girls stay safe, the lost never lose hope, and that we find them and bring them home, safe. Cause that’s all that matters.