In case you didn’t already know, here’s a pie chart that explains how normal I am . . .
Now that we have that covered, let’s get down to bidness. I should title this week’s reviews “books I requested from NetGalley and was denied but was soooooo stoked about them I immediately got them from the library upon their release only to be extremely disappointed.” Someone cross-stitch that on a pillow for me.
Oh Normal, you had so much potential. A book about a serial killer written from the killer’s perspective??? That’s nearly a guaranteed win when it comes to a Kelly and Mitchell buddy read . . .
YOU SHOULD BE!
Normal should have been a book that tore down allllllll the boundaries of things that are okay to write about. I should be writing a warning to all of you about all the triggers contained within its pages and saying things like “I completely understand anyone not feeling comfortable about reading this,” but I can’t because Normal was so . . . well, NORMAL. Yes, the MC was a serial killer, but he was the most one-dimensional serial killer in the history of serial killers. Since I’m a freak (see the graph above if you’ve already forgotten) I kinda love getting into these character’s brains and sometimes even
Add in to the mix having the serial killer’s murders all be of the fade-to-black style excluding the one kidnap victim/Stockholm Syndrome sufferer/freaking looney tune locked in a cage that I desperately kept waiting for something like this to happen to . . .
and there just wasn’t much enjoyment to be had by either Mitchell or myself. Normal is a book for people who want to say they read something super edgy without actually reading something edgy at all. My recommendation? Skip this one and read You instead. Now there’s a weirdo I can rave about.
Thank you NetGalley for declining my request. Maybe one day I’ll realize you know me better than I know myself.