This is the sort of book I can’t really talk about, the way I’d like to talk about it, as then if you wanted to read it, there would be little point. It’s written as a series of letters from the mother of a teenager who murdered several classmates and school faculty/staﬀ to her husband (and his father). It’s the sort of book that carefully reveals information over a long period, so there is a lot of suspense, methodically-built, yet paced languorously. It’s also kind of a downer due to the subject matter.
And, well, there’s not much else to say without getting into things you wouldn’t want to know if you were to read it.