We Need to Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver
I started this book about a month and a half ago, had trouble getting into it (it's sort of a downer -- the story is a fictional set of letters that a wife is writing to her husband after their teenage son carries out a massive school shooting), but then picked it up again last night. And I couldn't stop reading.
I stayed up 'til 2 a.m. finishing the book, and at about 1:45 a.m. when I yelled out loud "WHAT! Oh my God!!" in regards to the plot, I was really glad I hadn't been reading in some public place. Like on an airplane. Or in a coffee shop. That could have been awkward.
Sooooo good!
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