I had a jolly good time reading this book. I am not a true crime junkie like the author. But I have loved thrillers/murder mystery/detective stuffs since I was a kid. I love that genre and in my fictional books also I veer towards stories where the protagonist, themselves, are a true crime junkie. Occasionally I dip my toes in a true crime book now and then. And the movies are always there. They are so easy to get into. While reading this book I watched the Boston Strangler. 

Coming back to this book, I found the author very well informed and empathetic. She covered all aspects of why someone (here, a woman) would love true crime and I found the discussions funny, relatable and interesting. I loved how she and her mother are so close and always talking about murder. And what sealed the deal for me is the sensible discussion regarding how the women victims are perceived by the media during any crime, how justice remains undelivered so many times and the empathy with which a true crime writer/podcaster/director/ author should report a story. I loved how the whole discussion was around women. 

This reminded me of my university days. One day me & my roommate started talking about true crime, serial killers etc and how women get targeted and so many had to die before the case gets taken seriously. We fell into a rabbit hole with this conversation and needless to say we kept on talking late into the night. Finally when we switched off the lights, we realised we were scared. We don’t know still where the fear came from. But in that small room we joined our beds and slept close to each other. We got so spooked just talking about murders. Imagine living with that. Women all over the world understand this fear. We live through it. And maybe that’s why we are so fascinated and intrigued by true crime. We remember our sisters whose lives were cut short unjustly.