Series: I Hunt Killers #1
Published on April 3rd, 2012
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What if the world's worst serial killer...was your dad?
Jasper "Jazz" Dent is a likable teenager. A charmer, one might say.
But he's also the son of the world's most infamous serial killer, and for Dear Old Dad, Take Your Son to Work Day was year-round. Jazz has witnessed crime scenes the way cops wish they could—from the criminal's point of view.
And now bodies are piling up in Lobo's Nod.
In an effort to clear his name, Jazz joins the police in a hunt for a new serial killer. But Jazz has a secret—could he be more like his father than anyone knows?
You know that feeling of euphoria you get after reading an extremely spectacular book? I has that.
If I could marry this book, I would. This story had EVERYTHING I love: Third Person POV, multi-dimensioned characters, fast-paced plot, and BLOOD! I read this book in one sitting because I just couldn’t bear to put it down.
Since I’m giving this book a 5-Star review, it means that I have nothing negative to say about it. So, let me break down the top 3 things I LOURVED:
Guys. This book– so so so so so good. I really can’t say enough about it. I absolutely LOVED how different it was from everything else out there. Though this book falls in the YA genre, it reads very mature, and in the best way possible. I love reading realistic fiction! I loved that the characters felt genuine as well. These teens actually ACT like teens. As opposed to some of the other typical YA novels out there that feel censored, or tame. I mean, Jazz is in a bi-racial relationship with a black girlfriend, Connie! <–You don’t get that in a lot of books. I LOVED THAT!
I loved EVERY character in this book. From Jazz’s senile old granny, to Jazz’s hemophiliac best friend, Howie. Every single character contributed to the story, and I found that by the end, I was thoroughly invested in each of their stories. Jazz’s character was enough to carry the story, but adding in the dynamic of his relationship with his Serial Killer father, and you have a recipe for literary success! I was captivated by Jazz’s story of what it was like growing up learning the “tricks of the trade” from his father– and times I even started questioning my sanity.
This book had my heart pumping with each turn of the page, and by the time I finished the book, I began kicking myself for not having read it sooner.
Don’t make the same mistake I made. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up STAT!
I primarily listened to the audio (though I prob read about 40% on Kindle) , and I think that this narrator completely delivered a performance worthy of Barry Lyga’s work. The narrator was pretty phenomenal. His voice is exactly as I pictured Jazz to sound like– and I got thoroughly creeped out whenever the narrator would portray Mr. Serial Killer, Billy Dent. I thought the narrator’s transitions between characters was also spot on. Smooth listening, I tell you. I’d highly recommend this on audio, whether it’s a re-read, or a first-time read.
Guys. I don’t need to say much, I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
I featured this book as part of my Novel Nudity post a couple months ago. Check it out –>here!<–
“You won’t even know you’ve crossed the line until it’s way back in your rearview mirror.”
“This is why I forgive, but I don’t forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn’t mean anything anymore.”
“…called nine-one-one,” Howie was saying, “and then I heard something in the alleyway, so I went back there and” –Howie coughed– “and valiantly attacked his knife with my guts, to no avail.”
“Did you get a good look at him? Could you describe him?”
Howie smiled wanly. “Yeah. He was about yay long” –he held up his hands, four inches apart– “thin, made of steel. Pointy. Sharp.”
“What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?
…The term was faith.”
“He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he’s tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend’s hair. Ever.”
‘Oops, oh, no, my girlfriend just died! Clumsy me, in trying to perform CPR, I chopped off some fingers! Guess I’ll just take them with me…. Oh, darn, where did that middle finger go?”
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