OK. This is the story of one of the worst serial killers who ever existed by someone who personally knew him. It should be at least interesting. It. Was. Not. 
 I got rapidly annoyed with the author, bored at first with her narration, than with her narrow minded point of views, her way to admire and to make excuses, her seeming lack of basic comprehension of what a sociopath is. I got the impression that anyone following the news at the time knows as much as the author about Ted Bundy-the killer, and the insight she gave about his social facade felt shallow. 
 The general feeling I got was that knowing him, she empathized more with the killer than the victims. 
 The point is, the author was too personally involved and too clueless to write a book like this.