I think I've hit the wall on serial killers. The book I'm reading, dubbed not-put-downable by lots of critics, languishes on my night stand, very probably because I don't care any more how many ways there are to die screaming.

I have the same feeling I had as a much younger woman when I began to realize that I didn't want to wade through sex scenes, no longer cared how the author described the fitting together of male and female anatomies. Enough. I get it. I'll skip to where the story starts again. But thanks for trying, I guess.

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Comment by Jon Loomis on December 30, 2009 at 2:35am
And here I've always had the feeling that true afficionados of either type of book skip the story in between the lust/gore.

I can't speak for anyone else, but that's certainly been my approach so far.
Comment by Dana King on December 30, 2009 at 1:32am
I never "got" serial killer stories, at least those that are solely interested in tracking down the killer. Authors sometimes get too convoluted in the killers' patterns, leading to improbable solutions. Even then, catching a serial killer is rarely satisfying to me. Nothing can be pput right; it only means the killer won't kill anyone else. It makes for an inherently limiting story.
Comment by I. J. Parker on December 29, 2009 at 1:46am
And here I've always had the feeling that true afficionados of either type of book skip the story in between the lust/gore.

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