Billy Dead by Lisa Reardon reads a lot like a television miniseries, that is quite intriguing but lacks any real substance. There was a part of me that would have wanted to rant about how horrible this book was, but it wasn't. I did fnd myself pushing through this book wanting to know how things would work out between Ray, his sister, and his family, in the same way that gives miniseries and TV talk shows their appeal. You just want to learn mor about their dirty laundry and see things finally work out in their own twisted way. This is the one thing that drew me in about this book. However, Lisa Reardon should really stick to writing about what she knows. It was obvious in reading this that she has never been in rural Michigan for any amount of time. I have doubts as to how much she knows about rural life at all. I was not convinced by the narrator of much of what he was telling me much because of this. Also, the plotline and the characterizations are a major slam against lower-class families. Most of her characters are based on cheap stereotypes and lack any real substance as human beings. Finally, this book might have worked better for me if she didn't try to write it from a man's point of view. It was less than geunine, shifting from machismo sterotypes to a falsely feminine inner voice. Ms. Reardon does a horrible job of trying to speak from a man's perspective, and it shows. Overall, this could have been a better book had she taken the time to learn about her subject, and told the story from a more geuine perspective.