This book could’ve been an email. Written and released before an arrest in the case, it’s little more than a rehash of rumors and a rundown of the usual suspects. Instead of offering new insights, the author spends most of the book spitballing theories and padding the page count with long tangents about unrelated cases. It feels like a self-indulgent project—an excuse to showcase his performative expertise as a true crime consumer by peppering in random facts rather than delivering meaningful analysis.
That said, he does make a handful of clever observations that I appreciated. I was ready to give this a one-star rating, but the section covering the arrest and trial was a solid, no-nonsense summary that cut through the B.S. I also respect his decision to omit graphic details out of consideration for Abby, Libby, and their loved ones.
Ultimately, though, this book is more about the author than the case. If you’re looking for real investigative work, you won’t find it here. It feels like yet another entry in the growing trend of true crime enthusiasts trying to make themselves part of the story. I would not be so harsh if the podcast had helped to move the case forward. I feel like I wasted my time and money, hard pass on this one.