I have to confess, I started the "Echo" with a bit of prejudice. Even though I quite enjoyed "The Sculptress", there was something suspicious in her previous books. Of course, I did not expect them to measure up to the best British mysteries, but then again, it is hard to compete with P. D. James and Ruth Rendell. But when I was reading the "Echo", I could not believe my eyes: a twisted, unlogical plot, stereotypical, cookie cutter characters, phony dialogues, political correctness in all it's ugliness. It got so bad, that in the middle of the book I stopped following the plot and was only able to pay attention to the stitches.