Argh where do I start? The whole time I was reading Wild Ground I had this unsettled, slightly anxious feeling. The feeling that I’d glimpsed something that could have caught me at one time. I witnessed the fringes of this kind of life, the poverty, the broken families, the drugs, while living with an ex in another northern city that has a poverty issue. And the toxic love that was meant to be the two MCs Great Love was stifling and uncomfortable to read about, and hard to see. The failings of the grown ups who were meant to care for these kids, perpetuating generational trauma were genuinely frustrating. I loved to hate (or hated that I loved) this story. It was compelling yet grim.