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362 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2014
“The Perfect Killer is based in Chelsea and is a student,” I said loudly.Well, way to fucking go.
“You...didn’t know that,” I realized with a touch of despair. I had said too much.
I only wanted to prove my cleverness to him, seemingly using information that was public property. But instead I had given him new clues that could lead to me.
When I was nine, we began to manage it together, and when I was twelve she let me have it all for my own. I only killed four between the ages of nine and twelve, but when I took absolute possession of the mailbox I set a quicker pace—about ten a year.At the ripe old age of 17, Kit has developed a reputation for herself, she is known far and wide in London as the Perfect Killer. She has been responsible for over 50 deaths.
I wondered if the maids would be nervous too if they knew they were cleaning the house of murderers.Note to self: NO SHIT.
She had on this draped, toga-like dress patterned with green bamboo; it didn’t suit her figure, and it bothered me, but she was one of my favorite teachers despite her odd dressing habits. I’d had her a few years ago for an English class. She taught English when she wasn’t teaching philosophy, and I liked her and how she spoke. Her short black hair was no-nonsense, no-frills. She didn’t talk too fast. She took her time with things, and sometimes I even believed that she might understand me and why I killed. But I would never tell her, of course. She was legally obligated, as a teacher, to tell the police.Note to self: NO SHIT.
...he looked almost upset, but the turmoil was mixed disturbingly with fury.She seeeeeeeeeees so much into people's eyes.
His eyes tell me that he is thinking intently about something else, and also that he is sad about something or other.The Dialogue & Kit's Acting: Artificial and utterly laughable. The characters' speech is overly flowery at times, completely wooden in others. It doesn't flow, it doesn't feel like actual dialogue.
“Yes, but I didn’t do it, I swear I didn’t, everyone is going to think that, but I swear I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t...,” I wailed insistently, and leaned more heavily against the window, quivering timidly. I even managed to make myself cry some more, tears leaking out of my eyes slowly.Kit acts a LOT in this book. She pretends to be someone she's not, and it is unconvincing as hell. She pretends she's dumb. She pretends she cares. I can't pretend that I give a shit about her and her acting.
I thought about us in our gray-walled, elegant hallway, the two slender blondes on the edge of an expensive rug, pale-skinned and frail-looking, pausing beneath famous photographs, drinking orange juice from designer glasses.She is tallish, blonde, pretty enough, and she knows it. She constantly reminds us of how unthreatening she is, making sure that we know that she is good looking, but so self-deprecating that she doesn't really care how pretty she is.
They would see dark eyes under dark eyelashes, prominent collarbones, and a smattering of freckles dashed across a thin nose like Audrey Hepburn’s, the only truly beautiful feature of a small pale face—would they see a seventeen-year-old murderer?The Letters: You know, for a serial killer, Kit doesn't exactly keep a low fucking profile. Everyone knows about her, it seems like everyone knows how to contact her---except for the police.
Strangely few people knew about it, considering the fact that I was so famous. Not even the police knew about it. Or at least I assumed so, since they hadn’t taken control of or searched it yet.Can you believe that? And there are a lot of fucking letters. A lot of people who knows about The Perfect Killer.
Letters nearly filled the mailbox, at least thirty of them.The Killings: I love serial killers and I love the psychological insights that go on in the murderers' minds. There is no such complexity here. Kit and her mother can't seem to decide why they kill. They sometimes think they are playing Lady Justice.
You know why we kill. We kill because there is no justice. And without us, the world is lost—”Except it's not true. There is no reason to these killing whatsoever other than vigilante justice, and then again, justice is delivered to those who do no wrong at all. Kit feels like she is delivering justice, when really, she is only killing for minor, stupid fucking reasons, like to avenge a lover's quarrel.
Dear Killer,Said fiancée wants the perpetrator to turn himself into the police. Said perpetrator doesn't want to do it. Said perpetrator writes a letter to Kit, ordering the earnest fiancée's death.
I had had too much to drink, maybe I shouldn’t have been driving, but I didn’t mean anything bad. I was just going home. But there was this red light and I didn’t really know what I was doing, and I drove through it—and there was this other car that swerved to avoid me, and it crashed and someone died.
I just kept driving.
Kill her. Her name is Lily Kensington, and she lives at 28 Lark Place, in Chelsea. She gets home every night at nine.Kit kills her.
It makes me angry. She makes me angry. But I love her. No one can have her but me, or I really am going to kill myself.ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? How is that justice?! If someone is obsessed with me, it's hardly MY fucking fault. Do I deserve to die? Yes, according to Kit.
Please. Please kill her. If I can’t have her, no one can.
He was young. Younger than I had expected. Much younger, in fact. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five or thirty. I remembered that my mom had said he was only unofficially in charge of the investigation.And naturally, very attractive.
...he had a bit of a studious feel to him, as if he were a professor or some other scholar.OH PLEASE. Let's not fool ourselves. No fucking man that young can ever be in charge of a very, very important, very, very high profile serial killer investigation. The young Scotland Yard Sergeant was injected into this story because there was a need for a hot young guy in the book. That's all.
He was attractive. Surprisingly so.
“I was hoping you’d come. We need a new eye here. It’s the same deal as before—an untraceable murder. It’s frustrating.”3. That Scotland Yard would share details about a serial killer's latest victim to said 17-year old girl?
“The couch pillows are still in place,” he said angrily. “No DNA, no fingerprints, no witnesses, no broken windows or picked locks, nothing. Nothing but the body.”4. That a 17-year old girl would be allowed onto a serial killer's crime scene?
Alex let the tape fall, and shoulder to shoulder, we walked inside. Legitimate police officers passed by me, looking very official, making me feel like a child. Once we got into the front hallway, where Lily Kensington had put her hand on my shoulder, he gestured to the room to our left.4. That if you kill a person on black carpeting, bloodstains can't be detected?
Black carpet so the bloodstains wouldn’t help the police solve the murder.Because really, what's luminol for, anyway? Useless shit, right. Pfft.
I walked into the Chelsea Police Station bearing pastries and a smile.2. Ask the police about the crime herself.
“You’re a kid. Why are you following me to work? You want something, I can tell, but I don’t know what that is.”3. Go back to the scene of the crime where she very recently killed someone.
“Ah...well...” I laughed nervously. “I want to know about the Perfect Killer.”
When we got to the crime scene, there was crime-scene tape everywhere and a near army of reporters.Subtle. Yes, because that helps so much.
I did my best to keep them from seeing my face, given the fact that they were possible witnesses. Of course, I was subtle about it.
I looked around, biting my lip. I needed to get in. Usually by this point in the conversation I was already inside.5. Get to know your victim for months before killing them.
“Actually, I have to talk to you about something,” I murmured.
“Yeah, well, whatever you want to talk to me about, we can talk right here,” she said, leaning against the doorway imposingly, making it clear that she was taller and stronger than me. Her expression was distinctly unfriendly.
“It’s...well...I don’t want to,” I said childishly, petulantly.
“Fair enough. We’re friends, then?”6. Threaten a boy in front of everyone in your class...
She smiled a soft smile, ever so slightly.
My stomach churned a bit.
“Stop playing games,” I hissed.7. ...and then kill him and "discover" his body, at your school.
Yet again, everyone was listening. They had stopped what they were doing and they were all listening to us, wondering if we would deteriorate into physical violence again.
“How did you discover the body?”8. Have a romantic moment over a corpse.
“I just...went to the bathroom, and he was there, on the floor.” I shuddered.
And here, in the hallway, despite the darkness of the situation, emotions began to float up in my chest again, accentuated and amplified by the physical closeness between Alex and me.Fuck this book.
“The Perfect Killer is based in Chelsea and is a student,” I said loudly.
Furthermore, the character is always saying that she's good at killing and she can kill. But for most of the murders she commits in this book, I swear I, a 14 year old teenager who spends all her time in her room watching TV shows, doing homework and reading and owning a book blog, could do the crappy, half-assed killing that Kit did.
~Thank you Katherine Tegen for sending me this copy!~
*Sorry for all the Teen Wolf gifs. I just watched Season 3 Episode 23 and it broke my heart.
"Most of the time, I find the Perfect Killer disgusting, but other times I wonder why we aren't congratulating him." (Ch.6; around page 88 according to my estimation)
Despite all of the harsh and disappointed reviews I have read on Dear Killer I really, really , really enjoyed this book, especially after discovering the author is only 18 years old (17 when she wrote the book) and writes with such beautiful wisdom. Sure, the idea that a 17 year old girl could commit murder after murder after murder in one city without getting caught is quite unbelievable, but it isn't supposed to be a true story. It's fiction. Kit Ward exists in a world where the unbelievable is meant to occur. So let's get on with a summary. Shall we? We shall.Dear Killer follows a 17 year old girl named Kit who, under the guidance of her mother, commits what she calls "perfect murders" thus earning her the nickname The Perfect Killer . There is no blood at the scenes, no evidence left behind from the killer- nothing but a perfectly executed crime and a letter. In Kit's eyes, the letter is what justifies her crimes. Hidden in the bathroom of some random restaurant, bloodthirsty people leave letters for The Perfect Killer explaining why he or she needs a certain person to be killed and Kit will do it for them. Throughout this novel, Kit begins to question her ethics and makes careless and brash mistakes that has the entire police force sniffing around, except for Alex, the head of The Perfect Killer case. Alex seems to insist Kit is innocent. The novel ends brusquely, forcing Kit to chose whether to turn herself in or run for hills and start a new life.
Now let's talk about the unbelievable parts of this story:
1. When the police find the letters at the scene of the crime, why don't they track down the person who wrote them and try to at least get it out of them where they leave the letters for The Perfect Killer? Then they could set up a trap where they can see who comes and picks up the letters!
"It wasn't that easy to kill someone." says the girl who can kill anyone or anything with a single blow to the temple or the nose. She never has to hit twice and no one ever seems to struggle against her, even men who are 10 times her size!
3. When Kit encounters a singer named Cherry Rose, who somehow convinces Kit to let her go and also promises that she won't reveal the identity of The Perfect Killer. Yeah right.
4. How the lead of The Perfect Killer investigation can be such an imbecile as to never realize Kit is the murderer when she walks right up to him and basically says, "Hey, it's me! I'm the Perfect Killer! I only hang around all the crime scenes because it gives me satisfaction to see the aftermath of what I've done! I'm silently bragging!"
5. When Maggie gets nothing but satisfaction from Michael's death. She even laughs. That made me afraid for Maggie's own sanity. I get that he harassed her, but she should at least feel a bit of remorse.
All in all, it's an interesting story if you're willing to overlook all of the plot holes that will make you want to tear your freaking hair out. Dexter would be shaking his head at this naive girl.