I'm probably the last person in America to read Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones. But that may be because nobody told me it was a serial killer novel. It's an odd serial killer novel, sure, but to me that's exactly what it is. The POV's different, I'll admit, since the book is narrated by one of the victims after her death, but aside from that it's just another riff on Red Dragon. OK, so I'm exaggerating, but not as much as you might think if you haven't read the book. You've read it, thugh, since everyone in the country has, now that I have.
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Nope, you're not the last one. I haven't read it.
I haven't read it, Bill, and I doubt I will. Nothing against the author, but I think every third book published today concerns serial killers. I'm numb to the genre.
OK, so I wasn't the last person to read it. It's sold about 80 bazillion copies and was on the bestseller list for months. For all I know, it's still there.
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