Her writing style is gorgeous, and I loved the lilting prose. The premise was intriguing, and there was enough detail left out that I could tolerate the storyline. Violence against children is incredibly disturbing to me, and I picked up this book after watching the movie, knowing that I might not be able to finish it because of that factor.
She does a good job drawing you into the story without adding unnecessary detail. I felt her depiction of grief over the loss of a child and sibling in a family was realistic. My heart broke over and over for her parents. I felt angry at her mom for the decisions she made, though I understood why she did what she did. I felt horrible for her dad and little brother, and admiration for her sister.
I didn’t love the book, though, and one scenario nearly ruined it for me.
There is one scene in which the main character, Susie, essentially “possesses” another female character’s body temporarily, so she can have sex with the boy she had a crush on at the time of her own murder. I found that scene didn’t contribute to the story at all. In any way. It was very “meh.”