Unbeknownst to her, however, a serial killer hiding in plain sight in Little Kilton has set their sights on her and is closing in. And, seriously, even if she did not seek help (medical or personal) she was crying out in need of it!Īnd to heal herself, Pip is casting around for one more case. If Pip has a fatal flaw – hamartia as the Greek tragedians might say – it is her obstinacy in refusing to seek help and, to be fair to Jackson, that has been consistent through the three books. Sleepless nights, that lead to her increasing reliance on – dependency on – addiction to illegal sleeping tablets that escalate from xanax to rohypnol. Visual hallucinations of blood on her hands. I’m trying to avoid spoiling any of these novels here, but it is the violent death at the end of that novel that is haunting her. This novel picks up right on the heels of Good Girl, Bad Blood with Pip Fitz-Amobi still reeling from the dramatic trauma of that finale. For in this – the third book of her Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series, I found the limit of my moral liberality.īut I am perhaps getting ahead of myself. So, perhaps, I should thank Holly Jackson. I read books about killers and psychopaths, about the mischievous and the murderous I delve into the minds of the mad and the bad, unreliable narrators whose grip on reality is slender. In my reading, at times, I wonder about my moral compass.
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