I kinda feel like this book is a amateurish novelized version of the Psychopathy chapter in every undergrad psychology text book ever. It started out being compelling but as it progressed it degenerated into an exposition on serial killers, abuse and personality disorders that was very clumsily done. The writing itself is actually pretty good, but the author's insistence on explaining everything in minute detail made me feel patronized. As if we, the readers, would have trouble deciphering it all without guidance. And plus, I really, really hate Phoenix. Okay, I know there are reasons that he is the way he is, but good grief, was he unlikable. And it's for that reason that I could never get behind his relationship with Daniel; what on earth did he see in Phoenix? I mean, the boy didn't even put out.