Love Letters to a Serial Killer

Deeply disturbing pals up with darkly comic to create one heck of a morbid ride. Thirty-something Hannah is a little lost. Her work in a non-profit in Minneapolis is as meaningless as her occasional hook-ups with self-centered guys who only want one thing. The light of her life? True crime, specifically the unfolding story of a murderer in Atlanta who has killed four women and is quickly identified as William, a good-looking lawyer. From combing the true-crime forums by night and the news articles by day, Hannah’s interest in William blossoms until she takes the next step: she writes to him. Thus begins a correspondence that works its way from hatred to love, as all the while her life crumbles around her. By the time the trial is announced, Hannah has nothing to stop her from driving to Georgia, spending weeks observing the proceedings, and hanging out with the other true-crime weirdos (too judgy? I don’t think so). But as in all good crime books, nothing is as it seems, and the truth sends Hannah—and the reader—spinning in a completely surprising direction.