Fantastic plot that kept me guessing right up until the end. The punctuation may not be perfect but the south London parlance and grammer is spot on. Not for the faint hearted or easily offended, this book is full of gangland violence vice which all adds to the authenticity of the content where you would not expect the queen's english to be spoken.
Loved the main characters who you swing between loving and hating when you see there motivation and reasoning for their way of life. The author has captured the atmosphere of fear and excitement throughout the novel and at times I felt sick with anticipation when turning the page because there were so many unforseeable twist and turns.
For a book this exciting it should have been heavy going but I could not put it down.
The author promises two more in this trilogy and I am about to scout around for the next instalement why all the tension and atmosphere are still fresh in my mind. ( )

This book had a good cover – it certainly stood out on the shelf at my local library. At first I thought the title said ‘Fractions’ – good disguise, really – an almost maths book cover for a book that’s basically about vice, vice and more vice.

To give the author her due, the plot was pretty well thought out, the characters introduced in an imaginative way, and there was an admirable sense of forward motion about the whole thing. It was oozing with filth, debauchery and smut from start to finish, and though I accept there is a market for that sort of thing I guess I’m not in it. I did think the bad language was overdone – even the third person narrative voice found it necessary to state that it was ‘pissing it down’ rather than raining. Too much coarse language takes the edge off the expletives that are justified, and I’ve got no problem with swearing in the right place.

The main reason for my one and a half star rating was the abysmal grammar, spelling and punctuation. This is a book crying out for a decent proof-reader and editor. I’m guessing it’s self published as there is surely no way so many howlers would have made it through the net otherwise. Barely a sentence goes by without a rogue apostrophe (there’s even one in the blurb on the back cover), an initial capital that shouldn’t be there, or a spelling mistake. And the author really needs to insert some commas to break up her absurdly long sentences. A decent edit would clear all this up, and aside from a rushed ending and a first person narrative that mutated seamlessly into third person part way through, this would be a half decent novel. As it is, given the content and the cock-ups (perhaps an unfortunate choice of words under the circumstances) what it did feel like was the scribbling of an adolescent under the duvet with a torch because Mum has said it’s time for lights out. ( )