I could write an unlimited number of open letters to the boy in my Mythology class. It seems like every little thing that he does annoys me (and not only me; when he raises his hand, there are mutterings from around the classroom). You don’t have to say, “I have a little bit of a question about…” when you raise your hand. It is assumed that you have a question if the teacher says, “Any questions?” and you raise your hand.
Anyways, I’m about 20 pages from finishing “We Need to Talk About Kevin” and with every page I turn, I get goosebumps. Each sentence has the ability to completely shock me, but I’m still enjoying it. I’ve finally gotten to the point in the story where the school massacre happens. Before, it was only alluded to; Thursday. Everything leading up to this gives a good foundation to the wrong-ness that Eva (the mother) feels when she thinks about Kevin. Even when he was a baby, she knew that there was something wrong with him; not only because she couldn’t bond to him, but because he seemed to play her emotions. By the time he is 14, she can give examples about everything that is not normal.
I can’t promise a review, because I’m not very good at them, but I will say that it took time (and willingness) to read a book like this. It’s no wonder it made the list (although I’ve said many different times by now).
I would recommend this book to everyone reading this, sure or unsure about children. It has a haunting beauty about it; written perfectly to extract every bit of the reader’s emotions. It may not be your cup of tea, but it definitely deserves your attention. You’ll thank me when you finish it, because I’ve read a bunch of books, and none compare to this one.