I finished Little Bee by Chris Cleave on 9/11. This was my neighborhood book club pick, and I hosted the meeting that week. It is so good, so engrossing, yet has touched on every dark, sad topic one could conjure up. I was both scared and excited to see where it went, and was not disappointed at all. A good friend (who is a good reader!) recommended this to me, so I’m glad I ended up reading it. The book is filled with many horrific scenes, situations & topics yet the way it was reading made it easy to read them. At the meeting I compared it to reading The Lovely Bones: when reading ‘Bones’ I wept through the awful scenes, yet when reading ‘Bee’ I almost felt cusioned by language when reading similarly awful scenes. I enjoyed how the chapters were written from 2 perspectives: the title character, Little Bee, a 16yo African refugee, and Sarah, an early-30′s woman who had a crazy experience with Little Bee on a beach in Africa 2 yeaars prior. You don’t know who to trust more, or who you enjoy reading more, while you’re reading. And now that I’m done, I wonder which of the two is more messed up from the hand Life dealt them over the course of the book. Definitely recommend it.