It seems there was quite a bit of confusion over the type of book JIMMY was, so I have had the cover updated to help future book buyers understand what they are getting into. This is the tale of teenage love, one that exemplifies that fact that not all serial killers are bloodthirsty fiends that must be scourged from the Earth. In fact, most just want to live a normal everyday life amongst their human counterparts, a life that just occasionally involves the killing of another human (every creature has its flaws, right). Should people like Jimmy really be defined by this small bit of bloodlust from time to time or should they instead be judged by the loving relationships they develop with those around them, those that will never know some of the dark thoughts that occasionally pop up? As the writer, I only ask the question. It will be up to the reader to decide.