Sue Klebold: A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy (Crown, 2016)

A Mother's ReckoningIt’s not really relevant to the tragedy, but much like I remember exactly where I was on 9/11, I remember where I was on April 20, 1999, when I heard about what had happened at Columbine High School. I was ten years old, in the fourth grade, and I was with my dad on one of his side jobs after he’d picked me up from school. I think he was fixing a refrigerator or something at a bar or pizza joint of some sort. I remember sitting in the dimly lit bar watching CNN on one of the TVs most likely reserved for viewing ESPN mounted in the corner of the room, seeing footage of kids running frantically down the hill away from the school. I was a naturally anxious kid, but I always thought I was safe at school. Columbine was a watershed moment in the way it forced people to look at security in schools, our nation’s growing obsession with guns, bullying, and adolescent mental health. “Columbine” alone is one of those words that is inextricably linked to human suffering. Everyone knows what you’re talking about when you say it; there is no need for further explanation. Continue reading

Robert Galbraith: The Cormoran Strike Mysteries (Mulholland Books, 2013–)

      
This post isn’t a true review since I’m writing this after my second re-read of the entire series (although I’ve read The Cuckoo’s Calling and The Silkworm thrice), but I still wanted to take the time to write a post about it because I never got around to it after Career of Evil was released last October and I’m a slave to J.K. Rowling and I need to talk about it, OK?! Continue reading

Gillian Flynn — Dark Places; Broadway Books, May 2009

Gillian Flynn — Dark PlacesDark Places is the second Gillian Flynn novel I’ve read, and I’m going to need to take a significant break before I give Sharp Objects a try, because this shit is dark. Do you want to explore the unfathomable depths of human depravity? Just go read some Gillian Flynn. She looks like such a nice lady in her author photos, but she writes such chilling, gory scenes that it makes me want to curl up in my sock drawer and sleep for days. I’m still never going to get over what happened to Desi in Gone Girl. I’m afraid, you guys. This is why I’m not allowed to watch true crime shows or horror movies. I can’t get it out of my head!

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