I’ll be honest, I had to put this one down a couple of times to ease my anxiety and quickly chastise myself for googling images of the particular disorders mentioned here. Instead I’d like to focus on how this book as a whole made me feel and some of the things that might be triggers for other readers, as this is the type of book that needs to be connected with the right type of person. I highly recommend doing this, therefore I won’t be discussing any particular plot points here. My paperback didn’t have a summary on the back, and while I had a very vague idea of the plot, I never looked it up online and went in blind.

You should go into this knowing as little as possible. This went beyond the typical “Dear God-Please Don’t let my children ever get kidnapped or murdered” typical fears no, the author introduced us to a wide array of horrifying disorders that occur in real life to worry about as well. While this in itself was enough to make it an all-around disturbing read, the author did a fantastic job of playing at every fear and concern I have as a parent toward my children. Honestly, the villain in this book makes Hannibal Lector look like a kitty cat prancing on rainbows and butterflies. It’s been awhile since I’ve read something that genuinely terrified me woot and double woot! While I wouldn’t go so far as to say this counts in the horror category, it did have a The Silence of the Lambs -esque feel to it.

The bone collector books in order