The Nurse

I’ll admit, I went into *The Nurse* expecting another sensationalized true crime retelling, complete with dramatic reenactments and overhyped revelations. What I got instead was a gut-punch of a book that earns its chills through sheer investigative rigor. Carrasco’s narration is the secret weapon here—his voice is calm, almost clinical at first, which makes the moments where the mask slips even more jarring. He doesn’t rely on cheap theatrics; instead, he lets the story’s weight do the work, modulating his delivery just enough to underscore the betrayal at its core. The moment he reads the line, *“He was the only man who could make the pain disappear,”* in a voice so eerily gentle it sent a shiver down my spine, I knew this wasn’t just another true crime listen. That said, the book isn’t flawless. Corfixen occasionally lingers too long on procedural details, which slows the momentum in a few sections. And while the focus on victims’ families is refreshing, some chapters feel more like extended news segments than narrative cohesion. Still, the good far outweighs the minor stumbles. By the time Carrasco delivers the final line—delivered with a quiet finality that lingers like an unanswered question—you’re left with that rare cocktail of relief and unease that only the best true crime can provoke. If you crave true crime that respects its subjects without exploiting them, this is your next obsession.