I ended up DNFing this after reading a little more than 50%. It’s not a badly written book, but there are two completely different stories being told and it just didn’t work for me. This is written partly about the the case, how it was solved, prosecuted, and written about in the news, and then partly about the author’s childhood living in the area at the time with her family while her father reported on this. To be quite honest, this felt like more of an ode to the author’s family than it did a true crime book. There are so many memories she discusses that have nothing to do with the case at all, a lot of them center around her family’s lack of religion and growing up in a community that was judgmental of that, which are fine as their own separate story, but don’t fit into the true crime story as a whole. Those chapters seem to far outweigh the chapters about the actual case so it feels disjointed. I went in expecting to learn about the case, but more than 50% through I didn’t come away with any more information than I could get from a Google search. It just didn’t work for me at all as a story and every time I picked it up, I got frustrated that it wasn’t just cutting to the chase and sticking with just the facts of the case. The writing style also felt more like a fictional story-telling than a retelling of the facts, so that also just felt weird for what’s marketed as a non-fiction true crime book. This just wasn’t for me at all.