I wanted to like this, and usually love the narrator, but this just dragged on and on. There was nothing compelling, the characters were boring, one dimensional with no real suspense. The trial was covered so extensively I may as well have just read the transcript. There were parts just so repetitive. It just wasn’t necessary to describe her height and weight (5’6” and 150#) so many times and then described as her as stocky, sturdy and muscular. Hardly. The author seems overly defensive about being a true crime writer—and to of all people, readers of true crime.