Deputy Sheriff Lou Ford is a well-liked sheriff’s deputy in a small Texas town—but Lou has just one tiny secret: he has a sickness inside him…he likes to kill people.
But Lou’s time may soon be up, as his past deeds begin to catch up with him and his good-old-boy facade slips away.
The Killer Inside Me is a first-person account of a depraved sociopath. This is another one of those books that has lost some of its shock factor over the years (it was written in the 50s), yet it remains pretty disturbing and entertaining.
I have to admit I felt confused at times by some of the plot developments and had a hard time keeping track of characters due to lack of depth and development, but really the plot wasn’t the point, and I wasn’t there for the other characters, so it didn’t bother me too much.
Lou’s internal monologue is genuinely interesting and amusing in a disturbed and darkly comic way. It’s a trip to be in his mind for 220 pages.
You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading ‘em right. But you know your life doesn’t depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore.