2.0

This book reminds me and solidifies my fear of men. The rating of course if based on the book and not so much the content as who can rate all the atrocities committed.

Holes just talks about how he is such a good detective (god complex, only he can do certain things, even though other detectives have done the work he MUST redo it because he can find more things and that goes on for every case even as his supervisors get on his ass to stop). He is a shitty husband and doesn’t know or want to connect with his family, but also gets upset when they want to leave or ask him to be more involved. Like dude I don’t want to hear how you (and every other mediocre white man) doesn’t know how to emotionally connect to his wife.

Also, some scenes where he discusses putting himself in the offenders shoes and describes picturing his excitement as he assaults a minor. Jesus. How he struggles to see women as human being instead of how offenders would violate them and kill them. Therapy is long overdue my dude. He also is worried about spending so much time in the offenders mind that he might not be able to stop? Woahhhhh that is concerning.

Anyways, when he describes other cases I was very intrigued and wanted to know more. I felt his anger as he reached dead ends with cases without able to provide peace or justice for the victims. Brandon and Neal Abernathy really broke with my heart while the repeated assaults of the golden state killer made me fear for what men are capable of and that death is not the worst thing that can happen.