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. This is Susie Salmon. Watching from heaven Susie sees her happy suburban family devastated by her death isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. 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 - but above all about finding light in the darkest of places. Spare beautiful and brutal prose . . . The Lovely Bones is compulsive enough to read in a single sitting brilliantly intelligent elegantly constructed and ultimately intriguing The Times Moving and compelling . . . It will put an imperceptible but stealthily insistent hold on you. I sat down in the morning to read the first couple of pages; five hours later I was still there book in hand transfixed Maggie OFarrell Sunday Telegraph
