My name was Salmon, like the fish, first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. My mother liked his border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertilizer’
From heaven, Susie watches. She sees her happy suburban family implode after her death, as each member tries to come to terms with the terrible loss. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fall in love, do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet.
The Lovely Bones is a luminous and astonishing novel about life and death, forgiveness and vengeance, memory and forgetting. It is, above all, a novel which finds light in the darkest of places, and shows how even when that light seems to be utterly extinguished, it is still there, waiting to be rekindled.
Susie was your average 14 year old girl until the day she was murdered. Which is where this book begins. Susie watches from her heaven as her family grieves her and their life slowly crumbles down around them.
When Alice Sebold, the author of The Lovely Bones, was 18 years old and a freshman at Syracuse, she was attacked, beaten and brutally raped in a tunnel. I can only assume that this led to The Lovely Bones. This story is the what if of hers. What if she hadn’t lived.
I did like this book, not as much as I though I would but it was also very different than I thought it would be. It was a very gripping story. Sometimes it was heartbreaking and you couldn’t help but feel that you had lost a part of your family. Other times it was heartwarming. A community coming together over a loss of a child. I was very impressed with Sebold’s ability to write about heaven and still leave it totally nonreligious.
3 1/2 Stars.