"If you met me on the street, you'd never guess how much I wanted to kill you."
For John Wayne Cleaver, fifteen-year-old protagonist of Dan Wells' I Am Not a Serial Killer, dead bodies are as common as English essays, and far more interesting. John spends every spare minute helping his mom and aunt clean and prepare the bodies that get shipped into the mortuary downstairs, but what Mom and Margaret see as a sad, if necessary, job, John sees as a chance to be himself. Maybe it has something to do with the way corpses never demand conversation, or get upset when he doesn't show empathy--which, as a sociopath with the self-diagnosed potential to be a serial killer, suits John just fine. His condition also puts him in the perfect position to inspect the torn-up carcass of Jeb Jolly, the auto mechanic who was recently murdered behind the Wash-n-Dry. John is the only person who recognizes the work of an emerging serial killer, but the question is not whether he can discover the murderer's identity. It's whether he can do so without becoming one himself.
I Am Not a Serial Killer is positively chilling. John is not some depressed kid caught up in teenaged angst, but a true sociopath with the tangible potential to kill. To prevent his inner darkness from escaping, he follows a set of very strict rules that effectively disguise him as a normal teenager. You might think that John, with his dark humor and gruesome interests, would not be a sympathetic character, and you'd be right--but you'd also be incredibly wrong. Despite his sociopathic nature, his tendency to connect emotionally only through fear or fury, and his obsession with serial killers, John's head is disturbingly easy to slip into. Readers may find themselves thinking in line with Wells' protagonist, and connecting with him on a level he'd never understand.
One thing that might turn readers off of this book is its crossing from crime-investigation to the supernatural-thriller genre. Many have made the claim that the transformation ruined the book for them. I tend to think that it is this transition that makes the book. Without spoiling anything, I will say that the supernatural forces in I Am Not a Serial Killer give John the opportunity to battle his internal demons while also humanizing the villain, in their own way. The Clayton Killer is one of the most enigmatic bad guys I've ever read. Is he evil? Is he heartless? Or does he simply make evil, heartless decisions out of a twisted sense of humanity? Wells doesn't tell us outright, leaving it up to us to pass judgment.
The Young Adult label is a very odd thing. You can have sex, profanity, and drugs, or you can have violence and gore, but you can't have both. I Am Not a Serial Killer is an example of the latter. As the son of a mortician, John details the process of preparing a body for burial. He also watches men get torn apart by a supernatural force, and some of the death scenes would not be pleasant for those with sensitive constitutions. It doesn't, however, detract from the story. If anything, it adds to it.
I would recommend this book to an adult or older teen looking for a story about death, inner conflict, and what it means to be human. Although it crosses genres a bit partway through the book, and despite the gore this leads to, Dan Wells' debut novel is perfect for an older reader looking for a bit of serial killer fun. John Wayne Cleaver is fascinating, his story interesting, and his voice chillingly real. Therefore I feel no qualms in awarding I Am Not a Serial Killer four solid stars.