If I wanted to be yelled at for four hours, I would cruise the streets of NYC seeking verbal abuse from the homeless. That would be more interesting than this book. It could have been important, but instead Tirado's diatribe is pointless, without hope, boring, and annoying. Nickel and Dimed was much better and still feels relevant.
Ugh, Barr has lost her touch. She seems to have some disturbing fixation on child molestation (see also: Burn) as well as trying to get inside the minds of killers, and there is practically no mystery in this novel! The whole darn book is about trying to escape from creepy kidnappers instead of a traditional Barr National Park mystery. Skip this one.