Published by Katherine Tegen Books on April 1, 2014
Genres: Thriller, Young Adult
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Rule One—Nothing is right, nothing is wrong.
Rule Two—Be careful.
Rule Three—Fight using your legs whenever possible, because they’re the strongest part of your body. Your arms are the weakest.
Rule Four—Hit to kill. The first blow should be the last, if at all possible.
Rule Five—The letters are the law.
Kit takes her role as London’s notorious “Perfect Killer” seriously. The letters and cash that come to her via a secret mailbox are not a game; choosing who to kill is not an impulse decision. Every letter she receives begins with “Dear Killer,” and every time Kit murders, she leaves a letter with the dead body. Her moral nihilism and thus her murders are a way of life—the only way of life she has ever known.
But when a letter appears in the mailbox that will have the power to topple Kit’s convictions as perfectly as she commits her murders, she must make a decision: follow the only rules she has ever known, or challenge Rule One, and go from there.
Katherine Ewell’s Dear Killer is a sinister psychological thriller that explores the thin line between good and evil, and the messiness of that inevitable moment when life contradicts everything you believe.
I don’t know where to start with DEAR KILLER. Catchy premise, but poor execution, which is something I’ve been saying about a lot of YA this year. I could have gotten behind this book if it had compelling characters, didn’t have enough plot holes to sink the Titanic, and wasn’t, well, boring. There were so many times I wanted to put this book down, because I got tired of Kit’s monologues on how great and smart and powerful she was when she was anything but.
Kit’s a seventeen-year-old high school student who kills in her spare time, fulfilling the wishes of cowards who want someone to die but can’t do it themselves. When I learned how Kit got these requests — letters left in the bathroom of a cafe — I knew it was going to be downhill from there. Kit’s moniker is “The Perfect Killer.” She’s known as such because she never leaves behind any evidence and gives the police nothing to go on but the letters. The mailbox is a legend, but the police don’t know about it? No one’s talked after fifty plus murders? Does not compute. And then when “The Perfect Killer” said black carpet wouldn’t help the police, because they wouldn’t see bloodstains … uhm, I think everyone in the world has heard of Luminol. Thank you, CSI and Forensic Files.
Kit’s mother was more interesting for me than Kit, since she’s the one who groomed Kit to kill. Kit’s mum was a murderer too, but apparently the police investigating her were more competent, and might have caught her if she didn’t stop. So she trained her little girl to murder indiscriminately so she could live through Kit. DEAR KILLER tries to tackle moral nihilism, but honestly, I don’t really get it, unless being a moral nihilist means you get your rocks off killing people. I don’t think the author was talented enough to get into philosophy.
There’s lots of bad I’m not mentioning. Lots and lots of it. I plodded through until the end, hoping something would be redeeming, but no. The ending just left me super confused, and regretful I spent time finishing DEAR KILLER.
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