This is a really compelling book, but it is a little strangely laid out, and this takes a bit of getting used to at first.
To start with there are no page numbers, or chapters, and the book is written in a series of jerky either diary style entries or parts flitting back to the past of Michael who is the books narrator and principle character.
His wife was killed in a terrorist attack on the tube (it does not say it was in the 7/7 bombings, but it certainly gives that impression). Michael is seeing a therapist to work through his feelings of anger towards the person he seems responsible, a high profile politician, who he wishes to kill, and is never named, but is crossed through whenever his name should be written.
I found the book uncomfortable in places, and also it was a bit disjointed and some things were not fully explained, but I did find it a really compelling read, and hard to put down.
To start with there are no page numbers, or chapters, and the book is written in a series of jerky either diary style entries or parts flitting back to the past of Michael who is the books narrator and principle character.
His wife was killed in a terrorist attack on the tube (it does not say it was in the 7/7 bombings, but it certainly gives that impression). Michael is seeing a therapist to work through his feelings of anger towards the person he seems responsible, a high profile politician, who he wishes to kill, and is never named, but is crossed through whenever his name should be written.
I found the book uncomfortable in places, and also it was a bit disjointed and some things were not fully explained, but I did find it a really compelling read, and hard to put down.