Forget the Bucket list, Rhiannon Lewis has a Kill List.
- The guy who squashes her groceries.
- The man that cuts her off every morning when she crosses the road.
- The colleague who takes credit for her work. And uses joke forms of her name.
- The creeps that proposition her on the way home from the pub/while walking her dog.
- The girl who bullied her at school.
- The girl who shagged her partner after the staff Christmas do.
- The café assistant who still hasn't made your order while you shifted your car (I threw that one in).
Rhiannon isn't paranoid; she hates everybody. Well, everybody except her dog, Tink. Of course she has issues. The only survivor of a mass murderer, Rhiannon finds it hard to feel emotion. But she does feel a thrill when she gives a sexual predator a taste of his own medicine...
I love the subtitle. Related as Rhiannon's diary, we read Sweet Pea as if we are voyeurs ourselves. Private and incriminating, it is a brutally honest account of all the things that push our buttons, and a liberating way of dealing with them - murder!
I don't usually read mysteries, but this is both funny and brutal. Skuse, previously an author for children and young adults, lets it rip with similes to rip your sides - her wit alone will cut you to shreds.
This is one for the closet psychopath (I'm making a list of my own).