Somewhere deep in the publishing mills of New York City, an editor is massaging his (or probably her) pale, prominent brow and asking, "How the hell did I do that?" That person is the editor of Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones, a beautiful, sensitive, melancholy novel of exactly the sort that's usually overlooked by the reading public. Except that it wasn't. The Lovely Bones inspired immoderately enthusiastic reviews (including one from this reviewer), sold more than 2 million copies and levitated onto the best-seller lists, where it still sits a year later.
It would be unfair to compare 88's The Dogs...
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