I’m not sure how many people in my generation (I prefer X-ennial over geriatric millennial) even know who Charles Lindbergh was, let alone what happened to his kid. But you can learn all about it in this thriller in which a character has somewhat of an obsession with the Lindbergh Baby kidnapping…
Not all books with a child as the main character are kids’ books. Especially when the central kid witnesses a gruesome suicide right off the bat and then plays games with the FBI for fear that his own life is in danger from the Mafia. You know, John Grisham could write a sequel to this called “The Client” where this kid is in therapy the rest of his life…
