Let's start with the obvious; I love gruesome books. The more details about terrible, horrendous things, the more likely it is that I am going to like a book. With that said, I also have to emphasize that I like gruesome only when it is used well and not just for shock value. In the case of this book it rides that line very, very closely.
This thriller follows not one, but two female serial killers, one is a social media darling and the other, is, well, not. The thing is, Kim is really unlikable in a non intentional way. Usually the author places some sort of 'good trait' in their protagonist even when they are a crappy human but Kim, there was nothing there for me.
The twists were acceptable for a thriller but they didn't break the mold in any way for the genre (which is fine btw) but I was hoping there would just be...more nuance maybe? When I read books with serial killer leads, the draw come in two different ways; an exploration of the mind of a serial killer like Dexter, or for the serial killer to be some sort of metaphor for something with society like Hannibal. This book has so much potential but got trapped by genre and the author's expectations for a good thriller.
I would have loved to have seen some non stereotypical elements to this thriller and with the fertile bedrock of the backgrounds of our two leading ladies, there was so much potential. Maybe this author will push passed their idea of genre in their next work and show me something really phenomenal but until then, this book gets a 3 out of 5 from me.
This thriller follows not one, but two female serial killers, one is a social media darling and the other, is, well, not. The thing is, Kim is really unlikable in a non intentional way. Usually the author places some sort of 'good trait' in their protagonist even when they are a crappy human but Kim, there was nothing there for me.
The twists were acceptable for a thriller but they didn't break the mold in any way for the genre (which is fine btw) but I was hoping there would just be...more nuance maybe? When I read books with serial killer leads, the draw come in two different ways; an exploration of the mind of a serial killer like Dexter, or for the serial killer to be some sort of metaphor for something with society like Hannibal. This book has so much potential but got trapped by genre and the author's expectations for a good thriller.
I would have loved to have seen some non stereotypical elements to this thriller and with the fertile bedrock of the backgrounds of our two leading ladies, there was so much potential. Maybe this author will push passed their idea of genre in their next work and show me something really phenomenal but until then, this book gets a 3 out of 5 from me.