I am not a monster.

In just thirty seconds your life can turn into a nightmare
If there's anything worse than a nightmare, it's that nightmare repeating. And among our worst dreams, everyone's, few produce more anguish than a child disappearing without a trace.

That's precisely what happens at the beginning of this novel: in a shopping center, amidst the hustle and bustle of a shopping afternoon, a predator lurks, choosing the prey it's about to snatch. Those few lines, those minutes of waiting, will be the last moments of peace for the protagonists of a story for which common adjectives like "thrilling," "unputdownable," "surprising" fall short, very short.

Because what Carme Chaparro does in No soy un monstruo, her first novel, is push her characters and her readers to the limit. And neither they nor we will emerge unscathed from this test. See for yourselves.

In just thirty seconds your life can turn into a nightmare
If there's anything worse than a nightmare, it's that nightmare repeating. And among our worst dreams, everyone's, few produce more anguish than a child disappearing without a trace.

That's precisely what happens at the beginning of this novel: in a shopping center, amidst the hustle and bustle of a shopping afternoon, a predator lurks, choosing the prey it's about to snatch. Those few lines, those minutes of waiting, will be the last moments of peace for the protagonists of a story for which common adjectives like "thrilling," "unputdownable," "surprising" fall short, very short.

Because what Carme Chaparro does in No soy un monstruo, her first novel, is push her characters and her readers to the limit. And neither they nor we will emerge unscathed from this test. See for yourselves.