I'm not much of a True Crime person. I watched the first season of Making a Murderer, and that's where my experience with the genre all started and ended. To be honest, I think we as a society are too interested in the grisly details and consume peoples misfortunes as popcorn-laden content. Since then I have actually started to avoid a lot of the genre with purpose. As I made my way through my top books to read before you die book bucket list (a booket list, if you will. you wont? okay), I saw this and was wary for those same reasons. But Capote is a genius, right? And this book is supposed to be great, right?

So I read it, and man what a thrill-ride. It is so impeccably written you can see why True Crime took off as a genre. It is a compelling adrenaline pumping book you cannot put down. Even better is that it is not the glorification of crime and dirty gossip a lot of the genre has since evolved into. I literally read it in 5 days, and could not put it down. That said, the only demerit is that it does feel like a sugar rush, both in a good and a bad way - cannot stop once you start, but does have a bit of a hangover and feel a little empty afterwards. I'd give it a 4.75 out of 5 if I could.