I expected this to be the story of a serial killer in the eyes of a serial killer. Instead, the author (and purported lover of serial killer Danny Rolling) constructs a story from Rolling and those people who came in contact with him. London did expose some of Rolling's character flaws (pretending to be a master of karate, his adolescent personality, etc.). Still, I felt rather dirty buying this book because it was written by someone who loves and is capitalizing on the actions of a loser who killed 5 young, innocent people for little more than the thrills it gave him.
The quality of the writing is not good, and the draft looks more like a preliminary copy. Sloppy writing at best, particularly in an age of word processors with spell checkers.