I am not normally a non-fiction reader, so probably not the target audience for this book. However, after hearing the premise, I had to pick it up. A serial killer that stalked gay men in New York City in the 80s and 90s that hasn't been remembered much? Intriguing, I am all for recording for prosperity so the history is not lost and forgotten. However, I felt like this could have received much better treatment. The amount of individuals alone is dizzying, from the victims and their families, the detectives, community organizations, bar tenders and piano players, there are simply just too many people mentioned to keep it all straight. Additionally, each chapter felt like a book report - just facts upon facts upon facts. I felt that the victims should have received a more loving and thoughtful recording of their lives and the crimes that took their lives, instead the telling felt rather crass.