I have read a lot of great books, some of them more than once. But the only book I have read, cover to cover, four times, is the true-crime classic Helter Skelter, about the Charles Manson case. I found it on my parents' bookshelf when I was in high school, read it, read it again, and have gone back to it again and again. That old tattered original copy remains on my bookshelf and I am quite sure that I will read it two or three more times before it’s all over. There is just something so compelling about strange stories, along with the process of unraveling them.
Helter Skelter sparked a lifelong love of true crime stories, right up through last summer’s Serial craze, which is why I... Read More