It is so good. It's one of those books that you can't shake all day. I've been slowly savoring it for about two weeks now and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it more than once. Shriver is talented because she has created a character that is extremely easy to dislike for two thirds of the book, but within a paragraph and a half, she makes you feel sorry for him and want to take care of him. Or maybe I have just gone all soft.
I am almost to the end of the book and really loathe to finish it, mostly because I am dreading what will happen at the end. I mean, I know the big horror that happens; it's inevitable. But I worry that there will be a surprise horror as well. I also don't want to finish it because it is that good. It may sound weird, but I'll miss it when I'm done.
That's one of the reasons I like the Walking Dead comics so much, I always have a new issue to anticipate. And by anticipate, I mean wait impatiently.
So, back to "Kevin."
Sunday morning, I was standing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the family, reading my book in between stirring and baking and flipping the sausage around and I read a line that reminded me a lot of what a very good friend once said to me:
"[A] common mistake of the good hearted: She assumed that everyone else was just like her."
I am slightly guilty of this. Sometimes, it really frustrates me.
And in closing, Tilda Swinton was cast perfectly in this role. I cannot wait to see the movie.
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