The Killer in Me
Summary:Seventeen-year-old Nina Barrows knows all about the Thief. She’s intimately familiar with his hunting methods: how he stalks and kills at random, how he disposes of his victims’ bodies in an abandoned mine in the deepest, most desolate part of a desert.
Now, for the first time, Nina has the chance to do something about the serial killer that no one else knows exists. With the help of her former best friend, Warren, she tracks the Thief two thousand miles, to his home turf—the deserts of New Mexico.
But the man she meets there seems nothing like the brutal sociopath with whom she’s had a disturbing connection her whole life. To anyone else, Dylan Shadwell is exactly what he appears to be: a young veteran committed to his girlfriend and her young daughter. As Nina spends more time with him, she begins to doubt the truth she once held as certain: Dylan Shadwell is the Thief. She even starts to wonder . . . what if there is no Thief?
Margot Harrison’s debut The Killer in Me was an atmospheric and well-written mystery, but ultimitely it wasn’t anything especially memorable or life-changing, which is especially disappointing given the creative premise.
Every night, 17-year-old Nina Barrows sees through the eyes of a serial killer named “The Thief.” Unwilling to watch any more innocents die, Nina embarks on a cross-country mission to stop The Thief before he kills anyone else.
Nina is a decent protagonist, but ultimitely I just wanted a bit more from her character. There really isn’t anything special or memorable about her character besides the fact that she’s an unreliable narrator, but in YA mysteries unreliable narrators are a dime a dozen. I wish there was a little more depth to her character to help her stand out from all the other YA mystery / thriller protagonists.
Where I felt most underwhelmed was with the reveal. I was expecting the eventual reveal to be something mind-blowing and twisted, but it unfortunately tuned out to be something predictable and unremarkable.
Avid fans of YA mysteries may be a bit underwhelmed by the final result, but The Killer in Me still manages to be an extremely atmospheric and well-written mystery despite the mediocrity.
“You don’t know, though, honey. You won’t ever know.” Becca speaks with no bitterness, still patting my knee. “Nobody ever knows till they’ve walked a mile down the same road.”