Synopsis: Eva never really wanted to be a mother; certainly not the mother of the unlovable boy who murdered seven of his fellow high school students, a cafeteria worker and a teacher who tried to befriend him. Now, two years later, it is time for her to come to terms with marriage, career, family, parenthood and Kevin's horrific rampage in a series of startlingly direct correspondences with her absent husband, Franklyn. Uneasy with the sacrifices and social demotion of motherhood from the start, Eva fears that her alarming dislike for her own son may be responsible for driving him off the rails.
My Thoughts: It's been a really long time since I hated a book, but I hated this book. Okay, it was thought provoking and well written and gave us a hell of a lot to talk about at book club, but I hated it all the same. The book was bleak. It was dark and disturbing and lacked even the slightest bit of emotion. The killings were unnecessarily brutal and the anti-americanism infuriated me.