Every once in a while, I'll read a romantic suspense novel that involves a serial killer. I don't care for them, but when a favorite author of mine writes one, I have to give it a try. Sometimes the author won't "go into the mind" of the killer...I prefer that...but when they do, I might read every other paragraph or might even skip the part completely. Once, I actually quit reading a book like that and gave it away. It just creeps me out.
I'm reading one now that's like that. It got me to thinking how there are several serial killers in the U.S. at any given time. So the guy you cut off in traffic could be the next Ted Bundy or Jeffery Dahmer. Gross. See. That's why I don't like reading them. Scary.
The things I'll read for friends. Geez!