I am honestly puzzled as to how or why this is Book One of a series--it makes no sense from an author's, publisher's, or reader's perspective. The characters who would presumably be the recurring characters--the Series Name Detective and the others in her office--accomplish approximately nothing: The serial killer they're chasing gets himself killed by a-fucking-nother serial killer, in a moment that bizarrely reminds me of some Roger Zelazny short stories from like the 1980s or early 1990s ("Itself Surprised," about one of Saberhagen's Berserkers encountering a remnant from the war of their origin, something built to kill Berserkers; and a story I do not remember the title of, about something that preys on vampires interacting with vampire hunters). I guess the serial killer meeting victims through the chat function of World of Warcraft (and communicating further via Skype) would have been a thing in the early 2010s when this novel was written, but even now feels almost as dated as Francis Dolarhyde in *Red Dragon* finding the families he killed when he processed the film from their movie cameras.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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