I Bet You'd Look Good in a Coffin by Katy Brent

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 

Imagine if a female cast member from Made in Chelsea (yes, I watch it, yes, it’s a guilty pleasure, sue me) turned out to be a serial killer. That’s basically this book. And I loved it.

It’s deliciously dark, wildly twisty, and pitched just far enough into absurdity that it becomes a full blown comedy farce. It’s so fantastical you can’t possibly clutch your pearls about it.

Katy Brent, who doesn’t know this yet, but will absolutely be getting an invite to my fantasy dinner party, is in my humble opinion, a bloody genius.  Pun intended.

Our heroine Kitty Collins believes in justice, but she’s also realistic enough to know the justice system, doesn’t always work. So, she takes matters into her own hands. The body count rises. Rapidly. Honestly, I think she’s just doing womankind a favour.

Enter influencer Blaze Bunday. He’s an Andrew Tate wannabe (as if the world needed another one), and when he catches Kitty’s attention, the dynamic shifts. Suddenly she’s in his crosshairs, and for the first time, Kitty realises she might be the prey rather than the predator.

This rattles her. Properly. Her mind goes into overdrive, her usually razor-sharp instincts start misfiring, and mistakes creep in. Like when she wrongly accuses her mother’s fiancé of being Blaze, days before the wedding? I swear I was reading this scene while physically covering my eyes.

Before anyone starts muttering about glorifying murder: yes…and no. As a woman, I was rooting for Kitty from page one. Her victims are all terrible men who absolutely deserve consequences, and don’t we all want that? But we know, we can’t really take matters into our own hands.  But she’s extremely good at what she does and I just couldn’t help but want her to get away with it. 

There’s a brilliant side storyline involving a group called Angry Women Anonymous. Their anger is fully justified, and I loved that while Kitty may enjoy her work a little too much, she ultimately does it for the sisterhood. All for the greater good.

I would 100% be friends with Kitty Collins.I’m sure that says a lot about me.  But please remember it’s fiction.

This is the 2^nd Katy Brent book I’ve read (and reviewed) and I love her writing style.  I was completely in but the end of the first page and if you’re not offended by the idea of a serial killer, you will be too.

BLURB

My name is Kitty Collins and I’m a serial killer.

I don’t want to kill. It’s just so hard to resist. Some men really, really deserve it.

Men like Blaze Bundy, an anonymous influencer spreading misogyny online. He’s making it very hard for me to control my murderous urges.

Meanwhile I’m in the South of France to watch my mother marry a man I’ve never met. I should be drinking cocktails and focusing on my tan, not plotting a murder.

But a woman’s work is never done. Surely one more teensy little kill wouldn’t hurt, would it?