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Summary: Appalled
Review: I am appalled that this book would even be published. Not only is this book unnecessary but distasteful and disrespectful, especially to the victims' families. I am a daughter of one of the victims, and to hear that this garbage is out there and that William Suff is getting any type of recognition as well as a profit for the heinous crimes is disturbing. Maybe there should be a book about the hard times and the pain and the impact this made on each family and what they had to overcome. Not some sick deranged man, that is getting credit for killing women.
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Summary: A Reader from Georgia
Review: I thought the book was very disturbing. First of all, it skipped around too much and it delved into the life of the author, which I found strange. Secondly, why did they have to put those awfully graphic pictures in there? And third, the short stories and cookbook were totally inappropriate material for the topic of the actual book. Another thing, why did they give Mr. Suff's family(Don)half the proceeds from this book? It should've went to the victims families. And last might I add that Kimberly Lyttle had been a childhood friend of mine whom I had not seen in years and I was truly devastated by her death and the fact that she left behind a daughter and father who loved her.
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Summary: Amateurish and Self-Absorbed
Review: Where to start with this whiff of literary effluvia? The first thing you'll notice are the disturbingly gruesome pictures. That's no mistake. The author must have gone through every police file available to get the nastiest, most shocking shots he could. He HAD to, otherwise he would never have sold a single copy of this...book. The pictures are there to distract you from the author's endless, boring stories about HIMSELF. I'd say a quarter of this book is about the life and crimes of Bill Suff, and the rest is a vainglorious autobiography of the author himself: An uplifting tale of a nerdy boy who grew into a rabbity man, overcoming obstacles such as car accidents and invisibility to pretty girls until he eventually found his calling as a writer for Matlock and Hunter. WHO CARES? Shut up already! The inclusion of Bill Suff's cookbook and his idiotic writings (a lame ghost story and a tale about a gentle soul who's been wrongly imprisoned - talk about someone who watches too much tv) are there for the same reason as the pictures. The novelty of a serial killer cookbook will sell more copies. The irony is that the author praises these writings as unusually professional - like he would know what that looks like! But he's got a point. Compared to his own, they really are. Another thing that bothers me is the "Novelization" of the murders. Apparently, the author can read the thoughts of the victims and detail how they tried to bargain with their killer, despite the fact that they never lived to tell what they had been thinking that day, and their killer isn't about to tell anyone what they said either. How does the author know that Suff licked a victim and thought she tasted "sweet"? How does he know that the victim, a prostitute, had been happy that all her customers were easy to please that day? It's all just speculation. The thing about Suff putting a body part into his award-winning chili for the cookoff is speculation too. There's no proof, just innuendo that might sell more copies. This is a really boring book. You can skip page after page and not miss a thing. Brian Alan Lane should go back to writing unmemorable episodes of barely memorable tv shows and leave the real writing to someone can pay attention to the subject.
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