I Am Death
432 pages (paperback)
Seven days after being abducted, the body of a twenty-year-old woman is found on a green patch of grass by the Los Angeles International Airport. She has been left with her limbs stretched out and spread apart, placing her in a five-point human star. The autopsy reveals that she had been murdered in a most terrible way. But the surprises don’t end there. Detective Robert Hunter, who leads LAPD’s Special Section, Ultra Violent Unit, is assigned the case. But almost immediately a second body turns up. Hunter knows he has to be quick. Surrounded by new challenges as every day passes, Detective Hunter finds himself chasing a monster. A predator whose past hides a terrible secret, whose desire to hurt people and thirst for murder can never be quenched – for he is DEATH.
8 / 10
There are some books where you just can’t help but wonder if the author is okay. And think that, if you had to meet them late at night, you probably wouldn’t feel so comfortable about it. I Am Death is one of those books.
As far as thrillers go, it has everything it needs: grisly and extremely graphic murders, sadistic killers, smart cops, and a nice and surprising plot twist. However, when I say it has extremely graphic murders, I do mean extremely graphic. If you’re used to reading while eating, maybe just… don’t with this book.
As it often happens with thrillers, this is part of a series (I believe it’s the seventh book in the Robert Hunter series). As it even more often happens, I realised this when I was halfway through the book; I can assure you, then, that it is perfectly understandable as a stand-alone. Moreover, it kept me so hooked that now, I can’t wait to read the other books in the series!
When you read a lot of thrillers, it might at some point seem like all of them start blending into one big mush go blood, brain, violence, and killers. The ones you really remember are those who have something that help them stand out. For some (like the Jeffery Deaver), it’s the inspectors that differ from the usual smartypants ones; for others, it’s a plot twist that leaves you thinking about it for days (see Shutter Island). For I Am Death, it’s the sheer violence. Some like it, some don’t. I do like it, at least when I’m not too depressed about the current state of the world, and I greatly enjoyed this thriller!
The two cops are smart, but not to the point where it just becomes stupid; the ending is so smart you (almost) start feeling sorry for the killer. And though the victims are only described for a couple of pages, you become attached to it and the state they end in (damn sanding machine) makes you physically wince.
All in all, I Am Death was one of those thrillers that I just needed to know the ending of, and which will probably stay in my mind for more than the two hours a lot of thrillers stay.
To read if…
Overly sadistic killers fascinate you (don’t be ashamed; you’re not the only one) and graphic death doesn’t disturb you too much.