There is absolutely no such thing as absolutes.
Which probably means that sentence doesn't exist. Or something.
But a while ago I decided I was totally over books that put you directly in the mind of a serial killer.
And then I get RANDOM by Craig Robertson and I'm not totally over being in the mind of all serial killers.
From the Blurb:
Glasgow is being terrorised by a serial killer the media have nicknamed The Cutter. The murders have left the police baffled. There seems to be neither rhyme nor reason behind the killings; no kind of pattern or motive; an entirely different method of murder each time, and nothing that connects the victims except for the fact that the little fingers of their right hands have been severed.
Opening Lines:
She was talking but I couldn't take anything in. Her words bounced off me.