This book pulled me back after setting it down and saying I would go no further. It is amazingly well written, compelling, ominous, and true to it's era. I found Walsh's take on a home-town tragedy disturbing in a way that I could not ignore. The human tendency to stare in passing at another person's misfortune was the sum total of the author's brilliance. The crime, the discomfort of adolescence, and the cringing moments of lives lived in deep south suburbia. You might disdain loving this book, but read it anyway.