Depressing, depressing as hell. 
 It makes me want to rage; rage that something so tragic could have happened to one person, and that one person is so greatly misunderstood by almost everyone she trusted. It makes me so angry, so sick, so .... GAH. It makes me furious that justice wasn't served. But I understand that that is life. 
 I think that's what makes a great book; a book that makes you feel so strongly, it lingers long after you are done with it. And I think I just had an epiphany (this is personal, you won't understand what I mean and I won't try to explain it). 
 See, different people react differently to any one given book. And what I got from this book ... what lesson I learned is that what you see isn't everything. Yes, I do know this already, but Pieces of Us helped drive and emphasize that point across to me. You shouldn't judge anyone just like that; there is more to it, there is always more to it. And I am so glad I picked up this book just for that reason alone.