I Wake Up Screaming

The classic novel of sexual obsession and murder amid the star-making machinery of Hollywood in the 1950s. "She was as white as marble, but she looked lovely. Her hair was splayed out in fine strands of gold, and her lips were bright, rich red, and there was a green eyeshadow on her eyelids. You could see that because her eyes were closed and she was lying very still. She was lying still and she wasn't breathing."