This week, we’re taking a break from Stephen King to dive into one of my favourite genres of book: the gory serial killer story. If it’s advertised with the words “The worst fictional killer since Hannibal Lector”, you’d better believe it piques my interest.
This time, though, I screwed up a little. I received this book from my mother and neither of us realised until after I’d read it that it’s actually the fourth book in a series. So how does Richard Montanari’s “Play Dead” (or “Badlands” as it’s known in the USA) hold up as an introduction to the series?
Not badly. But not spectacular either.