Y’all are either going to love me or hate me after this. I’m good with either one really because at least I’ll know you’re getting bomb-ass deals on books.
My story starts here: I re-did my basement and installed my brand new bookshelves. I finally got to pull out all my boxes of books that I’d had stored away since we moved into our new house two years ago.
But, as I was looking at my beautiful new shelves and looking at all my old books, I realized I wanted to put only my most favourite, beautiful books on the shelves. I wanted to donate anything I’d already read and didn’t fall in love with. I wanted to get rid of the things I knew I’d never read because my TBR had grown so much in the last couple of years.
I’m telling you right now, this book is the motherfucking shit.
Not even an exaggeration, honey.
And it’s the shit for one reason. Yes, it’s got murder. Yes, it’s got sex. Yes, it’s got a psycho serial killer. Yes, it’s hitting that fine line in the level of detail. Yes, it reads like real life honesty. Yes, it’s got gore. Yes, it takes place in C to the A to the N to the A to the D to the A…
Hold on, did I spell that right? *goes back to check* Yep.
But listen to me readers and lovers, without Detective Angie Pallorino as a lead character we would be sitting at a three-star rating That’s just the truth.
Was there anything astonishing about the storyline? Not really. It’s interesting, but at the end of the day, it’s a police procedural. Extra points for taking place in Canada and getting my patriotic self a little hyped about that, because I’m always reading books that take place in the UK or the US – and quite honestly I’ve had just about enough of the United States at this CRAZY Trump Juncture – but, I’m pretty sure serial killers obsessed with religious bullshit has been done to death.