3.0

I had heard of many of these murders, and murderers, but was still sickened by some of the explicit detail Ressler shares in this book. It's not for the faint of heart.

I appreciate Ressler's work and his part in changing how serial murderers are profiled and apprehended, but I also cringed at the way he wrote about some of the victims.

Since this book was written in 1991-ish, there's a lot of little things that would bother today's reader (in addition to the horrific descriptions of the crimes themselves), such as Ressler calling some of Ed Kemper's victims, not by their own names, but by blunt descriptors like "the heavy girl," and the "Asian dancer."

Would I read this again? Once is definitely enough. But I will say it's worth reading to get a picture of just how broken these killers are and how far our society has come in terms of seeing the victims of crime as people, not just depersonalized statistics for vultureous voyeuristic consumption.