Good grief. This book.
I just needed to talk about how much it’s disturbed me. I really didn’t think it would I’m not easily ruffled.
I’m 67% way through the book.
First of all it started off incredibly dull. I’m seriously sick of clothes descriptions, as soon as a sentance start “blah was wearing....” I know can skip a few paragraphs. I know understand as we go through the book this is his way of coping/ a personality thing - not quite the right words but it’ll do.
I was wondering when We’d get to the murder bits. It’s very clever in the way that builds just a hint of oddness to start, then it progresses in it descriptions, then latest murder I read made me feel sick.
I just hate how much he clearly hates women. I fear for any female he interacts with.
I can’t stop reading as I need to know that some one catches the bastard.
I can’t work if it is an amazing book or just a fucked up author who (thank goodness) is too scared to be the serial killer he wants to be.