This book begins with a terrible, scary tragic crime.  The back cover of The Lovely Bones promised that by the end I would feel uplifted, but quite frankly, I found the whole book depressing from start to finish.  Then again, as I was looking for an easy read, crime/mystery novel at Target on vacation last week, I thought this fit the bill, and it really didn’t, so perhaps that’s where my disappointment lies.  Sebold’s writing style feels very precious, whether that’s her shaping of the characters or her own style.  Despite feeling lukewarm about this book, I am curious to read Sebold’s memoir, Lucky, now.