Having read the author's other books, and being a long-time fan from her newspaper days, I was so looking forward to her new book that I actually bought it (instead of waiting for a library copy). What a mistake. To begin with, the family is a New England stereotype, with the father a doctor (natch), the stay-at-home Mom with a quasi-job beautifying gardens, and the three kids that fit into little niches: The beautiful, brainy, bohemian daughter, the athletic son, and his nerdy misfit brother. The impending tragedy is forecast with a bullhorn on virtually every page, and all must be living under a rock to miss the signals. But the biggest challenge, is the protagonist is so very dull. I see no difference in her emotion pre and post-crime. She is simply relating events, and I was never swept into believing and feeling and actually seeing life's events through her eyes. Much of it is odd (she seems surprised that her son wants to see a therapist after the tragedy - would family counseling not be the first order of business?). I could go on, but there's more books to read ... hopefully better ones.Get more detail about Every Last One: A Novel.
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