IF you like your horror blood-splattered and gruesome then this book is for you.
Thomas Usher seems to be a fortunate guy with a loving wife and a gorgeous young daughter.
Then both are killed in a car crash and whilst recovering from his injuries in hospital, Usher discovers that he can see dead people.
Once fully recovered he decides to put his 'skills' to good use.
Let me get something straight right from the start. I am not a private eye or some glorified down-at-heel shamus; I do not have an official licence to run around investigating things the police are paid good tax money to look into.... no, I just try to help people out.
In Pretty Little Dead Things this involves investigating the death of the daughter of a local mobster and also searching for a nine year old girl who has disappeared.
The story is set in the northern city of Leeds which is painted as a dark, moody, hell-hole. In an author's note, McMahon says: “I have taken certain liberties with the geography of Leeds. The city in this novel is the Leeds of my imagination, part fact, part fiction, wholly extraordinary.”
McMahon's Leeds is not one you would want to visit with terrifying, hooded demons around every street corner, strange mythical creatures and enough ghosts to fill a convention hall.
I have to confess that it is not my cup of tea. The characterisation is weak, the plot ridiculous and the language at times irritatingly repetitive. What's even more depressive is its complete lack of humour, of any variation from a diet of gloom and misery.
But for gore geeks it will surely hit the button.