Her voice hits you like a bracing blast of girl air: precocious, impatient, plucky, and utterly adolescent. Susie used to snap covert photos of her family while practicing to be a wildlife photographer and made ships in a bottle so she could hang out with her dad. She skipped class only once and almost kissed a boy named Ray. Susie dreamed of growing up and going to high... More >>>
By photo: Jerry Bauer
Sebold writes from the lonely lawns of heaven to the internal purgatory of a serial killer.