What a strange read. 
 I enjoyed it, but it's difficult to describe beyond the hook in the description. A wave of violence perpetrated by children sweeps the globe, and a man tasked to investigate corporate saboteurs is lured into investigating the cause, partly due to his love for the little boy he had to leave behind when he split with his girlfriend. 
 It's not nearly that simple though. The protagonist, Hesketh, feels a limited emotional connection with people due to Asperger's. He is rather brilliant, however, at making connections between seemingly disparate cultural and behavioral patterns. Elements of the plot felt quite scattered to me at times, and I found myself constructing my own Venn diagrams wondering if the story would ever come together into some sort of reasonable explanation. At the same time, I felt very little emotional connection with the characters. I could see where I should, especially when Hesketh was dealing with Freddy, but the real emotion of it was just out of reach... 
 ... and is that the genius of this book? That as a reader, my experience effectively mirrored that of the protagonist, Hesketh? Whoa. 
 Like I said, strange read. But I liked it. I will read more Jensen. 
 Also, please go read Karen's review, which prompted me to pick this up in the first place. :)