It’s very cutesy. Very. Our protagonist, Mattie, is an “I don’t care what anyone thinks” simple type of creature with a big heart and a tragic past. She fights the cause of the Petticoat Men with fervour and a childlike single-mindedness; resolute in her motivations. She manages, only just, not to come across as a supercilious activist. Her mother and brother are the ones I felt for; particularly the latter. Worked in the Palace of Westminster, but because his home, a lodging house, was used by Freddie and Earnest (the Petticoat Men) he loses his job and must find new employment with a tainted, infamous address. I didn’t like the men the book was about. They were pathetic and tragic in great melodramatic flare. Quite literally, my only sympathy was for Billy (the brother) – a subplot in this tale based on actual events. I also detested the use of different fonts to signal a change in who was narrating: Ewing, Mattie, or mother Mrs Stacey. The whole experience felt like an ITV special: not bad, but neither memorable nor moving. The writing might also be accused of being a little lazy. The characters were stock and the settings, had they actually been on ITV, read like they would have wobbled. But, it’s not bad. It’s good enough – for a forgettable, feel good hug of a book.