Like many others, I am in two minds about this book.
It's about a woman that loses her husband and son in a terrorist event at a football game and subsequently develops post traumatic stress disorder, with a few twists and turns that don't usually happen to the average griever thrown in for good measure.
I didn't tire of the story and read it in a couple of sittings. However this could have been because I felt like I was careening through the text at a rate of knots due to the lack of commas put in by the author. I can only infer that this was one of his clever devices used to remind us that the main character was working class, as well as reminding us a few times that she likes to cook breaded chicken products, and say "on account of" a lot. I felt ambivalent towards her; she was clearly intended to be complex - simple and straightforward, yet worldly wise. This could have been explored more, rather than tritely alluding to a sexual abuse incident by one of mum's boyfriends when she was a teen - the layers needed to be built up more.
I found Jasper and Petra to be very black and white characters; it was difficult to reconcile their actions as they were either being extremely pleasant, or extremely awful.
With that being said, there were things that Cleave did well. I found his descriptions of the disasters vivid, and thought that he did a good job of conveying the grief of a mother, and her decline after the post traumatic stress disorder set in.
There are books that are far worse than this, the author has potential but perhaps should not write out of his comfort zone in future. An easy read for a long journey or holiday - if you don't mind depressing subject matter.