Dead to Her

100% pure unadulterated, and quite frankly marvellous, filth. Reading a Sarah Pinborough book is like going for a quiet pizza with your best friend on a Monday night, you end up getting completely sloshed, doing all the bars, meeting a group of Polish rugby players and jumping on a ferry to Belgium only to met by an army of evil cats which you fight off using toothpaste and a rusty spanner., just about making home in time for tea and crumpets and the latest episode of Bargain Hunt.