The starting point of this book is a situation that seems extremely disturbing for all of us who are parents and who meet in the shopping centers spaces where to free our little ones while we browse a shop window.
In that blink in which you lose your sight in a suit, in some fashion accessories, in your long-awaited new television, you suddenly discover that your son is no longer where you saw him in the previous second. The alarm goes off immediately in your brain, the psychosis announces its intense irruption. Children appear, always appear.
But sometimes they don't. Seconds and minutes pass, you walk the bright corridors wrapped in a feeling of unreality. You notice how people watch you move restlessly. You ask for help but no one has seen your little one.
I'm not a monster reaches that fatal moment where you know something has happened, and it doesn't seem like anything good. The plot advances frantically in search of the lost child. The Inspector Ana Arén, aided by a journalist, immediately associates the disappearance with another case, that of Slenderman, the elusive kidnapper of another child.
Anxiety is the predominant sensation of a detective novel with that absolutely dramatic tinge that is assumed in the loss of a child. An almost journalistic treatment of the plot helps in this sensation, as if the reader could share the exclusives of the pages of events where the story is going to unfold.
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