I read The Lovely Bones last night. A really excellent book, as least for it's genre. Does it have a genre now? I suppose so, the "Oprah" genre. Eh, still good reading, and only took a few hours to tear through. It did show me how programmed I am to read that type of book as a mystery, despite the fact that they tell you right up front who did it. I would catch myself thinking "She could have done it, there is a motive right there", then do a double take, remembering that I knew who the murderer was. The story really wasn't about Susie's murder, but about letting go, and how you can let go without forgetting what is important. How you can still love without keeping hold of those things that tether you to patterns that keep you from moving forward. It was nice, and quaint and a bit cheesy at times, falling into the trap that many a trashy novel walks into willingly. (Oh come on, you know what I mean, taudry sex and silly sub plots) Mostly though, I am glad I have it in hard cover, because I am likely to pick it up a few more times and will probably loan it out too. A nice addition to the Fiction Shelf.