More than a novel detailing the oft-chronicled and frequently patsied nature of forgiveness, this is a colorful and creative biography of hate -- about its insidiousness and ferocity but also its fateful familiarity. In ways both subtle and overt, Rakha names it, gives it form and consequence: "Remember that rash I had?" the murdered boy's mother asks. "How it spread across me like a disease? And me clawing myself bloody? Remember that? That was hate covering me. Every inch of it, hate."