Killing Me by Michelle Gagnon

Published by G.P. Putnam's Sons on May 16, 2023
Serial killer novels seem to be popular, despite the relative scarcity of real-world serial killers. Mass shooters are a more serious threat to society, but writers haven’t figured out how to turn them into interesting villains. They shoot, they get caught. No intrigue at all. Perhaps it is the scarcity of serial killers that makes them appealing to readers and writers.
There are enough serial killers in Killing Me to fill one of those cork board maps with colored pins that are connected by strings (or in this book, dental floss) to uncover patterns. Only one of the killers matters to the story, although the killer’s identity isn’t immediately clear.
The book begins with Amber Jamison painted blue, head shaved bald, and tied to a table. A serial killer is about to dismember her when Grace saves her. The map with all the pins belongs to Grace. She tracks serial killers but only because she’s chasing one in particular. She’s been chasing him for a long time. She’s obsessive about it. She’s obsessive about everything, including her diet and the unspoiled cleanliness of her home.
While Amber is grateful to be rescued, she has an attitude. Amber is Grace's opposite. Amber is messy. She enjoys fast food. It seems to Amber that Grace and the man she’s chasing are playing some sort of game with each other. Amber’s attitude isn’t improved when the suspected serial killer begins to stalk her. Amber is also worried that the FBI might be chasing her, given her checkered history as a con artist.
Amber ends up at a cheesy motel in Las Vegas before she realizes that she’s been manipulated to land at that destination. Amber doesn’t have friends before she arrives in Vegas, but she befriends the saucy motel owner and a hooker for whom Amber has the hots. The motel owner belongs to a group of women who make a hobby of investigating serial killers. Naturally, they’re thrilled to learn that Amber is being pursued by one. They’re less thrilled when they become targets.
The story is written in a breezy style that offsets its dark subject matter. Amber, Grace, and the man Grace is chasing all had difficult childhoods. The Vegas women are quirky and easy to like. Their feisty personalities add humor to the story.
The plot creates deliberate confusion about the serial killer’s true identity. The resolution doesn’t come as a shock, but the ambiguity worked by making me uncertain about how the novel might end. While the details that hold the plot together might not withstand close scrutiny (the odds of Amber journeying to exactly the right motel in Vegas, or in Vegas at all, nonwithstanding efforts to direct here there, are mighty slim), overthinking the story would cause its fun factor to evaporate.
The story moves quickly and the plot is sufficiently plausible to carry the reader to the story’s end. This isn’t the kind of book a reader will think much about after turning the last page. It’s fun while it lasts and that’s all that a beach read needs to be.
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