When Harry Potter came out and there was a big thing about it, I didn't read it on purpose because everyone else was. It was only after the fourth book came out and long before the first film that I decided that maybe that if so many people are reading it there's something in it. And I was glad I did read it.

Last year someone at work was reading a book at lunch called We Need to Talk About Kevin which was about a fictional boy who did a equally fictional High School shooting. I thought it sounded interesting but had forgotten about it the next day. Until someone else was reading it at work at lunch not that long ago.

Normally, the sorts of things the girls at work are into are not what I'm into at all. But it still intrigued me. And then the other day I followed a link to a blog and on it, the person who wrote the blog had read it and said it was good. I had a look and discovered the local library had it. So on Thursday (the only day they're open after work finishes) I got my first book from the library I didn't have to pay for.

I planned to spend this weekend reading it, except I started on Friday and just finished. And I'm very glad I did get it because it was very good. It's easy to get completely caught up in the characters and the writing style, of the Kevin's mother to his father. A part of the ending I predicted halfway through - if 'I wonder if...' counts as predicting. But none of it came as a surprise, though. Except that I read the last few pages in tears. And like Kevin, who it's impossible to say exactly why he did it, I don't know who I was feeling sorry for.

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