Their Lost Daughters by Joy Ellis – Book Review

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This is the first Joy Ellis book I’ve read and needless to say it won’t be the last. The crime solving combination of Jackson, Marie, Rosie and Max is a one that ideally should be viewed on at least the small screen. I never say this easily but for this one, I could literally see the screenplay emerging as I read the book.

As the title suggests there can’t be anything scarier than Missing or Lost Daughters and Joy Ellis tackles the subject with a finesse and certitude of a true blue crime aficionado. I haven’t read her background but I would not be surprised if there is some genuine police history in there somewhere.

At no point does the narration wobble or strike a false note and all credit goes to the author for that. As each fact comes up she throws up newer angles and insights that are bound to leave the reader looking for more. Random cases from the past, missing girls from different parts- all of it ties together without seeming too convenient to form a spectacular climax one which could not have been envisaged.

Only one spoiler from me- look at each witness or suspect carefully, don’t gloss through and you will be surprised in the end.

If crime thrillers are your thing this one is a sure read for its tight editing and excellent visualization.

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