The protagonist of this book is a paid serial killer. Nothomb's works are usually strange, but this one was more so than any of her others I have read. A friend passed this book along to me. I'm glad I didn't pay for it! I usually read to relax and to learn something new, whether it's history, language, culture, geography, other points of view, etc. But it seems that this is just Nothomb guessing at what it's like to be mentally ill and willing to kill strangers for money and a sexual thrill. I didn't enjoy reading about someone this sick and twisted. Not sure why I read it, actually. Maybe I kept thinking there would have to be a redeeming point to the story somewhere. For me, there just wasn't. This will be the last of her books I will read!!!