True crime is one of my go-to subgenres. I don’t jump in on every true crime that’s out there, only the ones that I have shallow to familiar knowledge of. JonBenét, is one tragedy that is impossible to forget.
I started reading the papers and news magazines when I was little (post to come someday). The little girl’s murder was all over the tabloids. I was only eight years older than her. I vividly recall accusations pointing toward her parents, specifically her mother. Nothing else.
(I’m at p.27 and from what I’m reading, this is so Amanda Knox-like. The cops and the media never learn. They just never learn).
When this book showed up on my Kindle store racks, I dived. I am aware that there’s not going to be an answer (some readers HATE open-ended investigative journalism reads, and this might be one of it, like Jeff Ashton’s book on Casey Anthony. I’m okay with it.). Still, this book might add more factual pieces to the puzzle I’ve been subconsciously constructing since the mid-90s, and in the years after, sporadically (via on and off updates I came across randomly online).
Little JonBenét would have been 28 this year. Only 28.