Fiction by Chris Cleave.
Okay. This book, with it's cutey-pretty-nice bright blue cover is about a horrible subject: a woman who lost her husband and only son in a terrorist attack.
And since it's about a (fortunately) fictional attack (on London at a football match), the author feels no compunction to be life-affirming or uplifting, the way everyone is with the post-9/11 stories. So it's pretty grim in a lot of ways. But also interesting, and I think more realistic because of the dark quality.
So... NOT a feel-good book. But a good book nonetheless.