Idaho by Emily Ruskovich

I started off really engaged with the book and its disturbing theme:  a mother murders her own daughter.  We want to figure out why, what happened, what would cause a mother to do such a horrific act.
So, I kept reading, trying to make sense of it. But I never really did make sense of it. The book got great reviews, but I am sorry that I spent so much time on it. The writing was good, but after a while....I just wanted some answers.  Answers that never came. At least not for me.
I read a review from SFGate which really helped me understand why this book is so beautiful (at least for the reviewer) and I recognize what is special about this book.

“Idaho’s” brilliance is in its ability to not to tie up the threads of narrative, and still be consummately rewarding. The novel reminds us that some things we just cannot know in life — but we can imagine them, we can feel them and, perhaps, that can be enough to heal us. And to do that, Ruskovich reminds us, we need only have “hearts whole enough to know they can break.”

I guess after just having read Eleanor Oliphant, this was a bit too upsetting. I need something uplifting now.