The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

This book was one of those dark, twisted reads that is impossible to put down. I have always been especially freaked out by the idea of getting cut on the area between my wrist and my elbow, which made the first few pages difficult for me to read. I could see in the Lisbon girls the overwhelming desire to get OUT, to break away from a life that was in no way living up to their expectations. However, as the narrators so adequately put it, there is no way to know in the end exactly why the events unfolded as they did. All the reader is ultimately left with is the vague, dissatisfying notion that these events could happen in any homogenous suburb anywhere.

"In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws."

Thanks to Angela for passing it along.