story was predictable but baseline enjoyable mostly due to narrator’s energy. throughout, the author makes a recurring point how “people don’t think serial killers wear high heels” but seems to have completely erased the femme fatale trope from memory. main character uses lust and flirtation to lure in victims—the only minor twist in this generic addition to the genre is the somewhat pandering “bad men” obsession. i think it’s timely and encapsulates our moment but i also do not think that’s a good thing. this feels like watching a lifetime movie in the early 2000s, which—again—isn’t NOT enjoyable. i’m just left w the question of whether it even needed to be made.