in the interest of full disclosure, I only listened to about half of this book. I stopped because the narrator was starting to make me ill. and that’s not a slight. he was actually TOO good.
you see, the story is written in the first person, from the killer’s p.o.v. and he is so irredeemably vile, listening to “him” talk about his disgusting crimes — at times matter of factly, at other times proudly — is really difficult to bear.
I give the author credit for the bold approach, and the narrator for bringing the killer “to life”, but I prefer my true crime served cold and dispassionately, I suppose: In Cold Blood, The Stranger Beside Me, Fatal Vision… just the facts, with insights into the killer’s state of mind, but related through an author who remains detached from the subject, coldly objective.
I cannot say I would recommend against this book, I would have to say, though, be prepared for something unsettling for the sake of unsettling you.