Elizabeth Kendall first had this book published in 1981, when she still felt love and sympathy for Ted Bundy, arguably the most famous American serial killer. Despite her suspicions, she still found herself enamored of Ted and his manipulative personality. Though I’ve never known or dated anyone so disturbed, I found myself relating to Kendall’s feelings toward Ted. Sometimes you don’t understand why you love someone, despite the glaring reasons why you shouldn’t. You can’t help who you fall in love with, and this book does nothing if not solidify that point.