![]() ![]() It proves quite challenging to rate this book, because while I appreciated the insight into a serial killer's and Danny Rolling's mind in particular, it had its flaws.įirst of all, the Introduction by True Crime author, as well as Gerard John Schaefer's ex-girlfriend and Danny Rolling's ex-fiancée - read just as bizarre as say, The Book Of Revelations in the Bible. This review might contain a few minor "spoilers" if you can call them that in a non-fiction review. (But hey, stick around for the Appendices the first ) London for getting this crap published (and falling in love with the guy that admitted to killing 8 people, five of whom murdered in the most heinous manner possible). If it wasn't for the gruesomeness of Rolling's acts (almost gleefully reenacted in exacting detail) my vote would be on Ms. London's with little indication who's really telling the story or why) I couldn't discern which of these two was more batshit crazy. By the end, though (thanks to Rolling referring to himself in the third person, or by one of several alternate personas like Ennad, Cowboy, or Gemini, or interspersing his account with Ms. There were a few moments when I thought the book might possibly have some value, if only to provide twisted insight on what motivates a homicidal maniac. I've only myself to blame for letting my curiosity get the better of me, to see what lengths Sondra London and serial killer Danny Rolling would go to redefine the True Crime genre. ![]() Arguably the sickest book I've ever read, and probably will ever read, in my lifetime.
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