4 stars -- I have such mixed emotions about this book - not so much about its content because I finished it in a day, but about its marketing. Written by a children's book reviewer for the New York Times and selected by the Edgar Award committee as a Juvenile Honor book in 1973, this story is much more of an adult story than I expected. I know that this was published in 1972 in a different world with different expectations, but none of the prior Edgar Juvenile books that I have read are quite so graphic. The story begins with an argument between Andrew, a 12-year-old boy, and his mother. His dad died when Andrew was two, and now his mom is struggling to raise him as best she can. They yell, and she slaps him on the face. Planning to hide for an hour to make his mom feel really bad before he returns, he leaves from the injustice of her action. He hides in a summer house (the family only comes for the summer and then closes the house for the winter) a half mile down the road to stay out of the cold November air and breaks into more than he bargains for. There is really no mystery here. This is a thriller from its violent start to its bloody finish. I credit the author for allowing me to care about the characters, amazingly enough, but I am also amazed that this story is for juveniles. Times change!