Die for Me (Killing Eve #3) by Luke Jennings

Okay. If I hadn’t seen Jenning’s name on the cover, the first chapter of book three would have me thinking someone switched up the writers. The difference is that jarring.
From precision-cut, detached third person perspectives—the split screen narrative shared by Villanelle and Eve evenly thus far— the novel shifts to Eve’s POV. Additionally, there are exhaustive summarizations of the plot up to now. Why? Was Jennings’ goal to make it easy to jump into the series at book three. Again, why? To sell more copies?  The books are terrific and short enough to absolutely be read in their entirety and in order. None of this weird, come in as you please nonsense.
But then, once you get past it, it’s still fun. More often than not, it’s still the same amazing, dynamic writing. Yes, a large portion of the novel is dedicated to depicting a spectacularly messed up relationship, but hey, the course of true love … and all that.
And that’s the draw here, isn’t it? In the TV show and in the books—it’s always these two people, as different as different can be on the surface who see each other and recognize their impossible yet perfect match. They live in a crazy world, faced with monstrous choices, and in the end of the day they always find their way and they always find their way back to each other.
That’s pretty freaking epic.
This book is definitely the odd one out. It’s messier, less consistent, more over the top, and all that. And yet, it’s still impossible to put down and very, very fun. And moreover, the author managed to do the thing BBC writers f*cked up so spectacularly and give the fans and his characters the ending they deserve. The man deserves praise for that alone. But really, it’s for bringing to life such terrific, original, and wildly memorable characters. I’ve had a blast with these books. I love these books. There, I said it. Psychopaths deserve love. I mean, that’s kind of the going theme here, really. At any rate, good, great, superb. Recommended.