how i wish a mommy could get sick days. if only i could have called in a sub for wednesday because after coming home from a week & a half in florida, we hosted three new york marathoners (my mother-in-law, father-in-law, & sister-in-law) plus one spectator for four nights.... i came down with the flu/cold yuckiness. luckily, my husband was all hands on deck and came home early wednesday to help with the boys, eat homemade chicken noodle soup, and make me hot tea. in the midst of being on the couch or in the toddler bed, i started reading this novel. i finished it last night (less than 48 hours from when i started). it is a tale of an incident resembling columbine i n small town new hampshire. it is also about how the various people cope, deal, instigate, cause, and heal from this horrific event. i was gripped... whether it was feeding on my own fears as a parent, as a parent of boys, my fear of parenting teenagers.... or what, but i HAD to finish. i was almost too engage...