John Wayne Cleaver is dangerous, and he knows it.

He’s spent his life doing his best not to live up to his potential.

He’s obsessed with serial killers, but really doesn’t want to become one. So for his own sake, and the safety of those around him, he lives by rigid rules he’s written for himself, practicing normal life as if it were a private religion that could save him from damnation.

Dead bodies are normal to John. He likes them, actually. They don’t demand or expect the empathy he’s unable to offer. Perhaps that’s what gives him the objectivity to recognize that there’s something different about the body the police have just found behind the Wash-n-Dry Laundromat—and to appreciate what that difference means.

Now, for the first time, John has to confront a danger outside himself, a threat he can’t control, a menace to everything and everyone he would love, if only he could.

Dan Wells’s debut novel is the first volume of a trilogy that will keep you awake and then haunt your dreams.

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“Old skin was my favorite–dry and wrinkled with a texture like antique paper.”

I’m currently reading I’m Not a Serial Killer by Dan Wells. The above quote is a sentence from the fourth paragraph of page one.

So . . . yeah. I read that and had to keep reading. Plus, I’ve read the Partial Sequence, also by Dan Wells, and loved all of those books so much I posted rave reviews for each one here on my blog.

So far, all I can say is that, this kid (John) is sick in the head. I’m undecided as to whether or not he really is a killer. I’m kind of thinking that the kid is fixated on death; the idea of seeing someone or something dead is not the same as  making that someone dead and i’m hoping the John realizes the difference before he makes a choice he can’t take back.

There’s not much more I can say about the book, except that . . .  I have high expectations!