The first sentence in this book is:
"I was a child murderer." How can you go wrong with a book that starts like that--particularly one written by Joyce Carol Oates.
It is a confessional book about a man who killed someone when he was a child. It is everything that lead up to the murder. It is hard to imagine that the writer wasn't the actual killer--that's how good she wrote this book.
It gets a little slow in the middle, but toward the end--the murder--it becomes riveting. I can't wait to tell Sarah about it.
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