She’s not evil, but she has certain… urges.
Lane is a typical teenager. Loving family. Good grades. Afterschool job at the local animal hospital. Martial arts enthusiast. But her secret obsession is studying serial killers. She understands them, knows what makes them tick.
Because she might be one herself.
Lane channels her dark impulses by hunting criminals—delivering justice when the law fails. The vigilantism stops shy of murder. But with each visceral rush the line of self-control blurs.
And then a young preschool teacher goes missing. Only to return… in parts.
When Lane excitedly gets involved in the hunt for “the Decapitator,” the vicious serial murderer that has come to her hometown, she gets dangerously caught up in a web of lies about her birth dad and her own dark past. And once the Decapitator contacts Lane directly, Lane knows she is no longer invisible or safe. Now she needs to use her unique talents to find the true killer’s identity before she—or someone she loves—becomes the next victim…
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To put things into perspective:
PRETENDING TO BE ERICA was good overall. It was well written, even if it was predictable and forgettable. I cared about the characters.
The first 250 pages of THE THIRD TWIN were great, the rest was good.
The first 150 pages of I AM PRINCESS X were great, the rest was good.
The first 50 pages of DEAR KILLER were good, the rest was okay.
The first 10 pages of KILLER INSTINCT were good, the rest was mediocre.
Of all the bad mystery books I’ve read recently, KILLER INSTINCT was by far the worst. Things just got worse as things went on. In the beginning, the story had a lot of promise. I loved the idea of Lane, and the premise of this book was awesome.
Then the things that made this book awesome started becoming irritating. For one thing, Lane never moved past saying that she gets these “certain urges”. Yeah, we get that you have urges. Can you show me that you have urges? Can you try to struggle against your urges? Can you do anything other than tell me that you get urges?
Then there’s Lane herself. Lane could be a personified rock and I would never know. In this story, she’s a robot with only two functions: slut shame and hurt in incredibly disturbing ways.
Oh yeah, not to mention that the person she’s slut shaming is her sister.
As for the serial killer stuff in this book, think along the lines of cutting people up… in detail. Now mesh that with the movie Kingsman: The Secret Service. For those of you who don’t know, Kingsman turned out to be a fun little movie with a lot of quirks.
The fighting scenes are cool but unrealistic. Combine that with morbid, and you’ve got KILLER INSTINCT on your hands.
And then there’s a love triangle with all kinds of wrong. There’s Lane, and the guy she likes. He just happens to a lot older than her. And has zero to no character development. Then there’s instalove #1, otherwise known as Zack, who loves Lane because…. nothing worth mentioning?
This book was really, really not for me, but more in the direction of horror fans than mystery fans. If you don’t like:
- Slut shaming
- Poorly developed characters
- Telling instead of showing
- Bad love triangles
- Stories with nothing quotable
- Unrealistic mysteries
Then I wouldn’t recommend this book to you. 1 star.
pg count for the hardback: 272
Series: Killer Instinct #1