My brother was there; with this book, I felt like I was.
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Having seen a brother grow up and go to school in Stamford Connecticut and heard all about what goes on there, with drugs, bullying and hazing, etc., the priveliged kids' scene, this book really brought it home to me. I could see it before my very eyes, better than any movie could ever show. Weller provided the results of not only thorough investigation, but also with a writing style that keeps the attention. She effectively gave us a good glimpse into the mind of one of the most evil persons who has ever lived. She illustrated not only how much parential denial there was, but also what a flawed and biased legal system exists in this country.
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Unfair portrayal
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I thought the book was good, there was no doubt about that, but I found some unfairness in her story telling.I have family members who live in Darien, Connecticut and I found Ms. Wellers words quiteharsh. There are many towns in the US that are wealthy and protective just like Darien. I feel like Ms. Weller has singled out all the parents of Darien and accused them of not rearing their children with good morals and values. Unfortunately, this is not the 50's anymore and children will do what and how they please. It is not necessarily the parents, as much as it is the media that teaches our children less than appropriate behavior.I cannot comment on
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Great story in the wrong hands.
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Poor Sheila Weller. She's handed something that amounts to the crime of the century and turns it into a jumbled morass bound between two covers and a sensationalistic jacket. Her writing screams, "Look at all the research I did!" And she proceeds to bog down the reader with statistics and all kinds of extraneous information about teens in the 80s and the permissive and pampered culture they lived in. Yawn. I wanted to like this book. I wanted to push past the potatoes and get to the meat of the story. But Weller blocked me at every pass. I wanted to scream, "Get to the story already!" And finally, regrettably, I gave up. Any potential readers of this wordy and weighty tome are better off digging through newspaper and magazine archives for the day-to-day story of Alex Kelly and his terrible crimes.
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