THE DISAPPEARED by Kim Echlin

Tempted to describe it as Love Story meets The Killing Fields... but it's far better than that would make it sound. The occasional passage of dripping prose, and a second person narrative that is at turns eerily effective and irritating... but mostly a tightly-paced story of love and obsession set against the Cambodian Genocide. What makes us human? What robs us of our humanity? What is it about a good love story that we can never get enough of them?