He microwaved a burrito, stabbed a man with a fondue fork, and accidentally became a serial killer. Norman is awkward, beige, emotionally repressed-and disturbingly good at murder. What starts as one self-defense kill (allegedly) spirals into a glitter-fueled spree of darkly artistic homicides, taxidermy tableaus, and a podcast that wants to expose him. Probably. Now he's dodging detectives, seducing a true crime influencer, and navigating the chaotic world of DIY murder tools, Killers Anonymous, and a judgmental cat named Princess Slaughterface. Perfect for readers who like their killers quirky, their humor pitch-black, and their crime scenes suspiciously well-lit.