This book was populated by unbelievable characters and absolutely stomach-turning grisly details of gruesome murders. Mix that all up with a Vicodin addict hero, and it simply was not worth finishing. I will not purchase any serial killer books written by Chelsea Cain.
Carolyn McCormick is fine, but for the material she was reading.
None. Dead drunks, ditsy ex-hippie Moms, vicodin addicts, statutory raping Senators, and the remainder of the people enamorated with a self-pitying, druggie hero. Let's not forget the siren, seductive serial killer. God, what a cast.
I have put down 2 books before finishing, in my entire history of reading, and this was one of them
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