The first paragraph.
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on december 6, 1973. In newspaper photos of missing girls from the seventies, most looked like me: white girls with mousy brown hair. This was before kids of all races and genders started appearing on milk cartons or in the daily mail. it was still back when people belived things like that didn't happen.
I read the book when it first appeared and liked the story enough to read it again recently despite seeing the excellent movie in between the two reads. The story, style, and quality are still unique and enjoyable.
Women will like it more than men. Parts of the story are ripe for an action sequence but do not go there, instead just concentrating on suspense. The story has both male and female victims in various ways then, curiously, near the end, bursts into a all-victims-are-women diatribe that spoils that chapter. I can understand the author trying to sell to women by making them feel special and different. Unfortunately those few pages now have to be read in the context of so many boys victimised by catholic priests.
The story is mostly about the people left behind and the biggest victim among the living, Susie's father, followed by her sister, then her mother who uses the death to act out issues from before the death.
There are some good models for behaviour showing the probable results from adopting different outlooks.