Synopsis:
“A narcissistic professional photographer lived a dangerous double life as a serial killer. He’d focus his rage on prostitutes mostly. It wasn’t uncommon for him to bring them home then try to explain why they were there to his wife.
Sexual urges met, either via rape or after paying for kinky sex, the killer would strangle his victims and dump their bodies in places he knew the police would eventually find them. The evil murderer needed the world to know that he was smarter than the police and women meant nothing to him but a necessary sexual inconvenience.
Then, by a stroke of chance and aggressive police work, the wheels of justice stumbled upon a lead. It was nothing more than a lined sheet of paper that read, “List of 10,” but shortly after its discovery, a task force was created and a serial killer was nabbed.
This book is about the victims he left behind, not the person who took their lives. I will never condone such actions, nor will I try to rationalize his behavior. He will go to the grave, hopefully sooner rather than later, knowing the identity of four women from his fabled List of 10. It’s his sick way of showing people he’s still in charge.
His name is Joseph Naso, and this book will grip you from the beginning and won’t let you go until the final word.” (Source: Goodreads)
Review:
List of 10: The True Story of Serial Killer Joseph Naso may sound like an exciting book for true crime fans like myself. Unfortunately, it doesn’t live up to the high expectations I had for it – some of these inspired by the tag of “Bestselling Author.” What this book needs most is a heavier dose of editing and for that reason, I cannot finish reading it. This marks the fourth novel I’ve had to drop so far this year and, hopefully, it will be the last. (I am simply too sick and have too much to read to waste my time with books that I have to force myself to read.)
The one thing List of 10 accomplishes in what I read is a desire to learn more about Joseph Naso, a serial killer I actually have not encountered prior to this book. Where it fails is in its grossly repetitive wording. As I state in one of my updates on Goodreads, there are several ways to write “dead body.” In addition to this, there are several sentences where words appear tacked onto the end for whatever reason.
Thanks to NetGalley, the publisher, and the author for providing me with a copy free of charged for unbiased review.
Rating: 💀
