My husband got me hooked on watching Dexter. You know the series, right? The serial killer who has a "code". I hate to admit this but in the evenings I'm running my own personal marathon through the seasons. I've watched the first two so far. I do have the third season on hand, but I'm trying to prolong the pleasure.
I love a good twisty plot. Add one anti-hero and I'm hooked. It's almost like eating a Reese's peanut butter cup in the dark. Sheer secret indulgence. I'm totally warped. I mean, hello, I'm quietly cheering for a killer.
But man, I'd love to write a story like that.