John Wayne Cleaver has always known the he isn't like everyone else. His convictions are confirmed when he is diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder, which is just a nice way of calling him a sociopath. Fortunately, being different isn't anything new to John, and neither are dead bodies. But when corpses start piling up in Clayton, he becomes convinced he isn't the only sociopath in town.
John Wayne Cleaver is dangerous, and he knows it.
He’s spent his life doing his best not to live up to his potential.
He’s obsessed with serial killers, but really doesn’t want to become one. So for his own sake, and the safety of those around him, he lives by rigid rules he’s written for himself, practicing normal life as if it were a private religion that could save him from damnation.
Dead bodies are normal to John. He likes them, actually. They don’t demand or expect the empathy he’s unable to offer. Perhaps that’s what gives him the objectivity to recognize that there’s something different about the body the police have just found behind the Wash-n-Dry Laundromat—and to appreciate what that difference means.
Now, for the first time, John has to confront a danger outside himself, a threat he can’t control, a menace to everything and everyone he would love, if only he could.
Dan Wells’s debut novel, I Am Not a Serial Killer, is the first volume of a trilogy that will keep you awake and then haunt your dreams long after you have put it away on your shelf.