I brought this book hoping for an accessible and comprehensive coverage of the Somerton Beach Man mystery. Have to admit reading it proved to be rather a disappointment. The style was more 'chatty' than 'forensic' (but that was probably intentional, just not what I was looking for) and I thought the coverage of important aspects of the mystery (such as the Nurse who lived close to Somerton Beach, where the Man's body was found, and probably knew who he was and, possibly, why he was there) was too superficial.
Having said that: I enjoyed the read even if it left me dissatisfied that I hadn't been given 'all the facts' or speculations

How did this book ever get published? On Greenwood's reputation as, I believe, a novelist whose books sell well, rather than on its own merits. Clunkily written, full of embarrassing and childish attempts at humour, it adds nothing to the explanation of "Somerton Man"; in fact, it manages to detract from what little information there is. Greenwood can come up with whatever wild and wonderful theories she wants to, but should keep them for her friends, or her blog, rather than a book that may lead buyers to think they are paying for new information or a reasoned discussion of a famous mystery. Greenwood is far too keen to reminisce about her father in this book -- and if he really gossipped in the pub at Woomera about the secret work being done there in the space-race days, he'd have been under arrest pronto. Author and publisher should be ashamed of themselves for palming off this piece of rubbish on the public. I'd give it no stars if the rating system allowed.