I very rarely read two books by the same author in a row, but by some strange twist of fate the stars aligned and I 1) had the next book in the series already waiting to be read on my shelf and 2) was so disappointed by Skin that I knew I had to hurry up and read Gone. Please don’t get me wrong – Skin is a good book. It kept my attention, was entertaining, and my all means would probably have been a five star book for me IF it hadn’t been written by Mo Hayder.
As those of you who have read a Mo Hayder book before know , this British author is absolutely brutal. A courageous, take no prisoners, leave no line uncrossed, write the absolutely unthinkable type of author. For those of you who haven’t read Hayer’s Jack Caffery series, you should – if you have a strong stomach and like your detective mysteries vicious, cruel and ruthless. You’re not going to find anything cozy in these books.
That’s why I was so shocked by Skin. It was kind of tame, focusing more on the two main recurring characters, Detective Inspector Jack Caffery and Sergeant Phoebe “Flea” Marley than on the book’s namesake storyline. In fact, this book was more of a character development of the two, moving along the subplot that’s developed between them. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Under normal circumstances. But when I pick up a Mo Hayder book, it’s because I want my earth shattered. I want to lose my breath over the atrocities on the pages.
Which led me to suspect that since Skin was so tame, Gone would be a wild riot. And it was. If you like a book that makes you flinch, hold up your hand and read through splayed fingers, Hayder’s your girl.