I feel torn about this book. Billing it as a "true story" rubs me the wrong way, when it seems like little of this book was based on fact, instead relying heavily on speculation. There are pages and pages of imagined actions and dialogue between two humans who died before they could tell anyone what actually happened, so...where is this information coming from? Maybe it can be/has been proved, but when everything else is loosey-goosey, I'm not sure what to believe as fact and what to dismiss as the author's imagination. Where does truth end and imagination begin? I'd feel a lot better if this said "Inspired by the true story of Herb Baumeister" because that's way more accurate.
That being said, I enjoyed the book. It entertained me, and I liked the length for what it was, finishing the book in one sitting. It introduced me to a serial killer I'd only briefly heard of and I'm going to do some of my own research now after reading to fill in the gaps that Green's writing style left me with. I would recommend this to someone who maybe is just starting to get into true crime books and isn't ready for the dry, more detail-oriented titles.