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 Dear James Renner, can you please develop an obsession with every single cold case in the world and then spit out books detailing your findings? BecausethatwouldbegreatTHANKS. 
 I don't want you to be mistaken. This wasn't just a book about the insanely mysterious disappearance of a New Hampshire nursing student on a cold winter night, it was also the inner workings of a man who refuses to let 'dead end' mean anything but 'keep searching'. It was non-fiction content, written with the literary flare of someone who's been engrossing the minds of millions with their fiction for years (which he's written, by the way, fiction that is. check it out here). THIS BOOK WAS UNENDINGLY ADDICTIVE. 
 One has to wonder why they are so drawn to stories like this, in their fiction, 
 and 
 in their real, every day lives. I hate the news, I'll go on record to say that I wish every news station just played clips of baby pandas being born all over the world. I hate the fact that even though I hate the news, I am explicitly drawn to the horror it spits out in droves. With that said, I cannot specifically remember the disappearance of Maura Murray. 
 It may have a lot to do with the fact that it happened 
 in 2004, when I was 18 years old, social media was not yet an integral part of my existence, and the news was the very last thing I wanted to watch on a daily basis. But Renner, this man was born wanting and needing to be involved. True Crime Addict read like the obsessive journal of a mentally-stable stalker, and I would be a dirty liar if I told you that I didn't stay up all night with my face THISCLOSE to his fact findings. 
 And JESUS THIS MANS LIFE. In addition to the invasion of Maura's personal life, Renner also lays bare the details of his own, and it is disturbing and fascinating. There's an autistic and possibly psychic son, Renner's own medical diagnosis of psychopathy, and for good measure, a whole slew of friends in weird fields of study. There's also an entire chapter in here dedicated to his grandfather, a man who was constructed from the very ashes of hell (disclaimer: this section in the book is intensely graphic, and while I don't suggest skipping it, you might want to skip it). I have NEVER been so engaged whilst reading a non-fiction piece of work, and I can bet you every single one of my hard-earned dollars that you will agree. God..give me ALL OF the True Crime books now. 
 I'm addicted! Any suggestions to assuage my craving? 
 Recommended for Fans of: 
 True Crime, Non-fiction, Mystery, Thriller