Before i start.. I want to say that the grief this women felt about her sons awful death must have been phenomenal and i can not even begin (or want to try) to understand what it was like.
I didn't like this book at all. I didn't even reach the end of it. It felt like a constant plea for the readers to feel sorry for her, to love her son unconditionally and to absolutly detest Tracie Andrews. So much so that i found it almost a book of begging.
I don't doubt that Tracie was throughly disturbed and cappable of doing the crime. But at the end of the day, no one will know what truely happend that night, what built up to it, what happened in the car, what happened when they got out the car and when the attack took place. I feel alot of this book was blinded by a mothers love and her sorrow.
Apart from Lee, the person i think most suffered in the aftermath was his poor sister. She seemed to have been the adult in this and the one that looked after everyone the most, the one that stayed strongest, don't forget that she was pregnant when it happened and therefore she was also raising a baby through the court case etc.
I don't think this book should have been published, they made a huge mistake. If anything, this book should have been done with maybe one of the policemen as the narrator.
I do hope that Lees mum is getting help from professionals, because i think it is clear to see that she is still very deeply disturbed by the traggic death of her son. I'd hate to think she lives her life with that much hate and bitterness inside her, it is a heavy, soul destroying weight to carry around.