If you're looking for the one about the real housewives and househusband in hell, look no further. This is the account by the cosmetic surgeon turned "artist", who went Picasso on her unsuspecting friends faces. What was supposed to be a small wine party and a little lifting with the latest filler* ended up turning into a full on bloody massacre.
In her words she claims to have written this to offer to the reader her "bleeding heart, freshly removed from my body". Her intention is to shed light on the "huge problem with how we learn from bad people." She argues that when we "invert our empathy we become as bad as those we hate."
She is quite understated when she explains how she dreamed up and executed each facelift "to match the monster within." As she delves into each story, rest assured, there is something to upset everyone, "starting with myself." But by accepting her responsibility for their death, she hopes to do "some good with the hell I raised."
Although she takes full responsibility for the murders, she does point out that none of her "friends" died by her hand. It is widely believed that her confession in this book will be used against her in a court of law. After that, her hope is it will be used against us.
*(a product that failed FDA approval named Elastox, later known colloquially as the "faux" -tox)