I think I can say that I am in the "liked it" camp for this book. I hated it the first 50-or so pages - I found the narrator self indulgent and I thought, "well of course her son would be a murderer." But I became more sympathetic as the novel went on - Eva's gut belief that there is something not quite right about Kevin was constantly being pushed aside by her husband, Franklin. "Boys will be boys;" "What did that incident have to do with my son?" He seems as though he could never truly believe the horrors that his son was capable of until the day he shot and killed his classmates. It brought up a lot of nature vs. nurture questions that I still don't have answers to.returnreturnI don't usually talk to coworkers or friends in real life about the books that I'm reading because I don't want to bore them, but I found myself bringing this one up at random points. Little things that would happen throughout the day would remind me about something in this book. I think that's why I liked it - there were glimmers of reality throughout the book and I could compare it to the work that I do