Lovely Bones: A review

I am reading Wicked and Lovely Bones simultaneiously. When the mood strikes I read Eat, Shoots & Leaves of Eat, Shites & Leaves. A word here about Lovely Bones by Sebold. I am enjoying this. I mentioned to friends that I wanted to write a novel about a dead girl, and they mentioned Sebold's novel. I picked it up last week and opened it Monday. I cannot put it down; it's simply written because it's from a 13 year-olds point of view. Actually she would be 13 if she was not raped and murdered. I am not worried about copying since my ideas differ. Perhaps I could lay it out there and say that this second book is also really about my brother, but it's more than that. And I am taking it somewhere I've never been. Somewhere my brother has only allowed himself to go once. And a place where Sebold's Susie Salmon could look down from her playground heaven and details him child like simplicity. I wonder if I can. I dream my book, and I tell myself what to write and I write it. I've begun. Not writing, but really thinking. You should hear my hell or my heaven. I cannot explain it, and I don't know how to but I will. We will get it done.