Zanny Moncrief is 6 years old.... She's blond, beautiful and she kills people. Her first victim is little Willie, drowned in a goldfish pond. Evans the Breadman is next. Frantically her parents dispatch her to the local convent for the good of her soul. Once there, Zanny isn't tempted to kill anyone. Until, that is, unrequited love for the gardener, Murphy, rekindles all her old murderous inclinations
This was a rather quirky who-dunnit, since there is never any doubt about "who" or even "why" but a question of whether anyone can stop the killer. It presents an opportunity for the reader to ponder the question of evil incarnate -- that there might really be someone out there for whom killing is just another way to resolve life's little obstacles. I found myself caught up in "OMG -- what's next???" and "how will the killer be stopped???" Very interesting read.
