Laura Kasischke

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bathroom, he offers them a choice, one that none of us — particularly sixteen-year-olds — should ever have to face: "I'm going to kill one of you, so which one should it be?" In their terror they make a show of bravery, but when the gun is held to one girl's head, she whispers, "Kill her. Not me."

And thus begins the book, a novel that is structured like none other you've ever read. I guarantee it. But even though Kasischke is almost inventing a new way to tell a story, it is not hard to follow. We always understand what is happening. The life that flashes before the character's eyes is her own life, or rather it is possible versions of her own life.

In one version, two high school students — blissfully ignorant or innocent, and achingly beautiful in their bliss — get through their summer, flirting with the young men who can't take their eyes off them, exploring their hometown, talking endlessly about the smallest things. In the second life, which happens at exactly the same time as the first, the survivor is a woman at the beginning of middle age, trying to find a way to live with the terrible knowledge that she gained in that high school bathroom. The same names, even the same characters, reappear in both stories, both versions of the same life, and give the book an evocative, dreamy feel. At least they do until we remember that this dream is a nightmare.