You know this story: James Bulger was killed at age 2 by two 10 year olds in the UK in 1993. His killers were released a couple of years ago I think? I could be wrong, but I do remember the newspapers featuring them constantly. I remember writing an essay in an exam about the case because it affected me and everyone else so much.
That is the story that The Wrong Hand reminds me of. Here’s the blurb:
We all make mistakes. Moments that change us and the path we are on irrevocably. For Rachel Allen it was the moment that she let her son’s hand slip from hers. For Danny Simpson and Graham Harris it was the moment one of them took it. Seven years ago Danny and Graham were just children themselves, angry, marginalized and unguided. That was, until they committed a crime so heinous that three families were left devastated. They were no longer just boys. They were monsters. Released from juvenile detention, it is time for the boys, now men, to start again; new names, new people. But they can never escape who they are or what they did. And their own families, now notorious; the Allens, destroyed with grief; and the country at large have never been able to forget. They will always be running. They will always be hiding. But are some mistakes too large, the ripples to far reaching, to outrun forever?
Literature reflects our reality doesn’t it? I go from wanting to read this and not wanting to read this… but I am going to see it through. I have to admit, I am curious to see how this author portrays this.
What are you waiting on this week?