Originally posted by AdamW.
Nineteen Minutes by Jodie Picoult. My first venture into her novels.
Bleck, it was terrible, I'm not even going to finish it. That's a very rare thing to me, but it's to long and to terrible to deserve more time from me.
Now I'm reading "The Bone Woman" by Clea Koff. It's her autobiography. On the front it says "A Forensic Anthropologist's Search for Truth in the Mass Graves of Rwanda, Bosnia, Croatia, and Kosovo". I'm giddy with excitement.