There are few writers out there as capable of writing of the flawed and delicate nature of human condition as Thomas H. Cook. He doesn't resort to verbosity or poeticisms, he utilizes fairly sparse prose and a phenomenal astuteness of observation to capture the dynamics of families, marriages, parent and child relationships in a way that's absolutely captivating. He also can tell a great story, suspenseful and smart, thrilling and very very moving. When a teenage boy gets accused of a crime, his father, a man armed or, more accurately, shielded by Cook's customary main character aloofness enjoying his perfectly normal small town life, is forced to reexamine his relationship with his son, his wife, his brother...suddenly neither the past nor the present are what they seemed and there are secrets, terrible secrets threatening to tear away the very fabric of his existence. Family, Cook's character observes, is loving people you don't like...a perfect example of Cook's astuteness I spoke of earlier. There is nothing quite as frustrating, debilitating and soulsucking as familial bonds. Defying all logic, people will voluntarily surround themselves and deal with human beings that would under normal circumstances never even go near. There is a particular brand of unhappiness these bonds can bring, as can any love really, and this book is a fine example of such a tragedy. Or maybe it's about how well do we really know people we love. Both probably. Anyway, this is an absolutely phenomenal book both as a drama and a thriller right down to its emotionally staggering ending. Highly recommended.