Status Updates From The Calling

I like Hazel. She feels real. I like how the police investigation is presented. That feels real too.

Serial killer novels often seem voyeuristic to me, elevating the killings into something that distracts from the offence that they are, placing the emphasis on the killer and makeing the killed seem like a plot device. This avoids most but not all of that.

Daytime television seemed especially sinister, like some kind of alternate reality in which lonely women were being trained for a violent takeover of the world's kitchens.

"I wouldn't miss this for anything. Besides, it sounds like you need all the friends you can get these days."
"We're friends?"
"You've made my life interesting again," he said. "I'm totally renaming all my goldfish Hazel."

Wingate knocked. "You guys are allowed to speed, I guess," said Terry Batten.
"It's the only reason to become a policeman," said Wingate.

"You're talking to me the way I talk to my mother."
"How is Her Honour?"
"Trying to slim me down for some future altar. Maybe a sacrificial one, I haven't figured that out yet."