I thought the premise was good; a David-and-Goliath story of “Big Coal” vs. the poor people of the Appalachian region. Then from the big city (New York) comes an unlikely heroine who shifts the balance of power and gives the victims hope.
Unfortunately, the heroine of the story, Samantha Kofer, seemed more like a character out of a teen-angst YA romance novel. Every time she was asked to step to the plate to defend her clients, or the clients of her associates, she would continually back-pedal with a bevy of excuses: she was just a city girl, she was just an unpaid intern, she didn’t have enough experience, she couldn’t find a martini in southwestern Virginia, she didn’t know one end of a gun from another, and so on.
Meanwhile, we are treated to a large helping of her vapid love life. Will it be hot Donovan Gray, or his hot brother Jeff? Perhaps it will be her hot starving-actor ex-boyfriend in New York?
By the end of the book, I found myself hoping that Samantha would just leave so that a worthier character might step into the breech.