It is to the credit of Ann Rule that despite a very basic writing style marred by the author's moral judgments (opining that a victim's libido killed him, not the nutter he dumped), I can't put her books down. She has a great nose for a fascinating story. I polished this one off in two days. It's a bit of a shame that these tales are told in terms of black & white: saintly cops (not to mention sensitive newsreaders! will wonders never cease?) against evil killers. A more objective viewpoint would have earned five stars.
And like a Cadbury's Dairy Box the stories don't stay with you for long - I always have to read the blurbs on the back of the books to make sure I'm not reading one I've read already. I wouldn't read several Rule books one after another; true crime is sordid and banal and depressing, unlike its more fanciful, layered counterpart, crime fiction. Defo a writer for the waiting room, the airport, or insomniac nights - if you don't live alone.