Death of a Bookseller by Alice SlaterMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
I've been curious about this book for a while, and was instantly hooked because it turned out to be nothing like I expected. In a good way.
Roach is a little antisocial, is obsessed with the violent part of true crime, and works in a bookstore. Laura is a poet, has lived with the loss of her mother who was killed by a serial killer, and loves working in bookstores. When Laura and Roach start working at the same place, a one-sided obsession begins...
Engrossing. Unpredictable. Dark.
So, this is one of those books that features characters who are hard to like and/or relate to, but still drew me deep into their story.
Roach is outwardly and internally gross in many ways: she doesn't care about her appearance, doesn't understand the concept of privacy, and can't stop thinking about murderers and their terrible crimes. She's also got some pretty ugly thoughts. Laura is the opposite because she makes sure the world sees her in a jovial way while hiding so much: she's constantly haunted by the fact that her mother was killed by a serial killer, she's got feelings for a guy who's in a relationship, and she's super judgy about anyone who even remotely likes true crime.
Both of these young women lead lonely lives and spend most of their time making harsh observations about everyone around them, including each other. Yet, at the same time, both exert a certain sense of vulnerability. One that Roach is quick to manipulate without Laura realising the danger closing in on her.
The story unfolds in the alternating POV of Roach and Laura. One is super cringe and very infuriating because she can't find her own identity and instead steals bits and pieces from others when she's not lying. The other has good intentions but is plenty annoying as well and she's a total mess. Yet, none of these qualities affected my reading because I was still absorbed in the story.
I really enjoyed this book and especially liked that creepy ending.
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