I know it will sound weird that a book about missing children seemed like a comfort read, but that’s very much what I was hoping for as I opened this book after a long weekend away.

I’d not done any reading for days, was tired from a long drive and was feeling a bit stressed about a few things.

Rene Denfeld’s The Child Finder was actually not next in my anally chronologically sorted to-be-read pile, but it was shorter than its nearest competitor and seemed like the kind of book that is my usual reading bread and butter.