It’s well known that I’m not much of a fan of serial killer fiction. Everyone’s trying (and failing) to ripoff Hannibal Lecter, making their killers even more diabolical than their fictional predecessors. Serial killers are boring. I’m more interested in the “why” of people killing. What makes a human being take another human being’s life? Sascha Rothschild’s confidently written debut work attempts to answer that question through the eyes of a serial killer who swears she isn’t one. It’s difficult to create a legit complex main character […]