I really thought I was going to be completely wowed by this book.
Micki is certainly brilliant and has an amazing story to tell, but I really believe she should have had a professional biographer work with her on this. The subject matter is riveting and terrifying, the language at best is sloppy. The phrase, “curled up like a kitten” to describe Micki sleeping in a car just made me uncomfortable. The novel shifted from multiple crime scenes, to her personal life, and it wasn’t fluid.
Micki’s ability to join the serial killers in the abyss was very interesting and it’s easy to understand how someone could burn out, but it was hard for me to connect with the author.
I didn’t hate the book but it’s not going to be something I reread again.