By Therese Anne Fowler
This was not an enjoyable book to read. Well, some parts were fine, but there was this narrator (first person plural -- presumably some self-assigned neighborhood representative) who kept warning of a tragedy to come, which I found quite annoying. Not to say it was a bad book, or that it didn't rise any emotions in me (yes, I teared up at the end), but it was too good a reminder of what a fucked up society we are living in, right now, which is frustrating when there's not much you could do. [311pp.]
