I was interested in reading this book because it featured two of my literary interests in it; Frankenstein and a serial killer. While this book was entertaining, I just couldn’t enjoy this book at all. I kept comparing it to the original Frankenstein book and keep wishing this book referenced it more or had the same level of complexity. This book was simply a mad scientist creating his own race for his own gratification. Then you have the work obsessed detective and their partner who is in love with them; while the roles seem to be reversed in this book (the male detective stuck in the friends-zone). I kind of feel like this book is too much of a clique and possible just a generic mystery formula that has been overdone. There was nothing about this book that makes me want to continue reading the series.