The Easton Falls Massacre was a short, sharp shock to my brain.  Sometimes you just come across a book that is inevitably your thing.  This is not a book you can define, not a book that you can neatly file away under already established genres.  This was a book that deserved to be inhaled, it deserved to be experienced at the rate the events took place.  The story is told through the eyes of Henry Miller ex-army veteran.  We witness his struggle with civilian street and his frustration at wanting a wholesome life in his hometown.  He is the anchor of the story…the humanity.    Henry Miller is now on…