Who could resist a book which promises ‘American Psycho meets Fleabag‘? This was one of those books where I thought, oh man… I wish I had had this idea. But even if I had had this idea, I’m not sure I could execute it half as well as C. J. Skuse does.
- The twisted mind of Rhiannon Lewis. She makes the point several times that people just don’t expect a woman to kill so violently, and it’s true. It’s shocking, but it’s funny too.
- Speaking of funny, I loved the dark humour and found myself chuckling several times at things which were objectively really grim, but which Skuse somehow made light and a little ridiculous.
- The supporting characters, especially those at Rhiannon’s workplace. Skuse has captured British office culture so well.
I didn’t love:
- That this is the first in a series…because I know I will need to get the second one. Then the third… Not that this is really a bad thing, but is spending an extended amount of time with a serial killer, even a fictional one, a bit of a bad idea?
Would recommend it to:
- Those with strong stomachs as the descriptions are pretty graphic and also those who enjoy a bit of black comedy.