I Am Not A Serial Killer by Dan Wells
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Dexter Jr. Or how about just Dexter’s portrayer, Michael C. Hall, as a teenager, if Six feet Under was written as a Buffy the Vampire Slayer spin-off. You’ve got the morgue, the gruesome murders, the kids, the small town, the dysfunctional family, a few bullies, a nice old man, absent father, the monster inside hungry for blood and mayhem and fear. Fun stuff to plow though on a Tuesday morning.
I read this one mostly because I saw the title to the sequel, Mr. Monster, and decided I’d start the series and see how it went. A bit of The Talented Mr. Ripley. A bit of Stephen King’s novellas Apt Pupil. Maybe even a touch of John Dies in the End? I’m reaching, I know. I guess I want to justify giving this only three stars, even though I finished it in one sitting. A real gripper. A page-turner.
But not very ambitious or accomplished, in my opinion. I’ve discussed this in other reviews: are books about kids for kids? I Am Not A Serial Killer is not for kids. But it was hard to get close the main character. And the plot was fairly simple. And the killing very convenient. I guess it read like a first novel, which it is. I suppose I just wasn’t ever convinced by the main character’s inner dialogue.
Still, for what amounts to a simple slasher/thriller, it was a fun few hours of entertainment.