YOU ALWAYS REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME…
This was the summer he discovered what he wanted—at a gruesome museum of criminology far off the beaten track of more timid tourists. Visions of torture inspired his fantasies like a muse. It would prove so terribly fulfilling.
This was my first introduction to Val McDermid. I’d seen the name mentioned a few times and thought it was about time I acquainted myself with her books.
I’m not a squeamish person. I can happily (odd choice of word) read about murders and gore and blood and whatnot. Except when it involves animals. But the torture and the murders in this book made me very uncomfortable. I had to stop reading a few times. None of it is gratuitous but I did feel like maybe some of it was a bit over the top. I have a great imagination, I didn’t need all the horrible details.
I did enjoy the combination between the detectives and the profiler. However, those chapters never really took away the icky feeling in my mouth. Still, I am glad I persevered until the end as I couldn’t figure out who the killer was.
3.5*. Might need to go find something light and fluffy now.