Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

AZ: "My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. My mother liked his border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertilizer. This is Susie Salmon. Watching from heaven, Susie sees her happy, suburban family devastated by her death, isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fall in love, do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet ..."

Another one of those books everyone talks about but which I'd never got round to reading until BBC Radio 4s book group featured it today so I read for it. Accidentally brought 2 copies from charity shops. Books that make me go and cuddle my family, smell and touch, be goddamn grateful for being able to.