What do they call it again? The words of death for a book? "I don't care what happens to any of these people."

I was actually impressed — in a book that features a serial killer, a hybristophiliac, and the serial killer's screwed up wealthy family— how boring every single character managed to be and how little interest I had in any of them the entire time.

Hannah, the narrator, is peak girlfailure in a way I usually enjoy but she lacks any of the traits that can make unlikeable protagonists compelling. She was pathetic but not in a "sad wet cat" way. She was self-centered, but not in a delicious, audacious "love to hate" way. She just sucked in a really boring, mediocre way. My favorite thing about unlikeable narrators is when the author is able to trick me into rooting for them despite their clear awfulness, but I honestly spent most of the book hoping Hannah would end up in the ravine.

The writing was okay and got a few laughs out of me, but it really wasn't nearly incisive or funny enough to make for a good satire/deconstruction, which is what it felt like the author was going for. (If not, I'm not sure what the point of this book was.)

Also it was fucking obvious who the real serial killer was the minute a character with the name "Bentley" showed up. I doubt there is anyone in the world named "Bentley" who isn't a serial killer. On that note, I was hoping Bentley, fiction's dullest serial killer, would end up at the bottom of the ravine right along with Hannah and his equally dull brother.