If I Can’t Have You
Gregg Olsen and Rebecca Morris
New York Times bestselling authors Gregg Olsen and Rebecca Morris investigate one of the twenty-first century’s most puzzling disappearances and how it resulted in the murder of two children by their father.
Every once in a great while a genuine murder mystery unfolds before the eyes of the American public. The tragic story of Susan Powell and her murdered boys, Charlie and Braden, is the only case that rivals the JonBenet Ramsey saga in the annals of true crime. When the pretty Utah mother went missing in December of 2009, the media was swept up in the story - with lenses and microphones trained on Susan’s husband, Josh. He said he had no idea what happened to his young wife, and that he and the boys had been camping in the middle of a snowstorm.
Over the next three years, bombshell by bombshell, the story would reveal more shocking secrets. Josh’s father, Steve, who was sexually obsessed with Susan, would ultimately be convicted of unspeakable perversion. Josh’s brother, Michael, would commit suicide. And in the most stunning event of them all, Josh Powell would murder his two little boys and kill himself with a brutality beyond belief, leaving a family destroyed and a nation in shock.
I should not have read this book. You should not read this book. These authors should not be making money off of a sensationalized retelling of a story as tragic as this one. This was so disgusting. The book (and the case itself, still) showed a horrifying misunderstanding of mental illness, and while Josh Powell clearly was guilty and can not be sympathized with, it also needs to be acknowledged that, had his mental illness been treated, this whole thing could have been averted, rather than painting him as a crazy freak who was broken beyond repair from the time he was a child.
I just am so offended by the fact that this book even exists and people are making money off of this story, I really can’t explain how gross it makes me feel, especially including pictures of the hatchet he used on the boys, which seemed pretty unnecessary. And the reviews on the back of the book were gross too: “As good as it gets.” “Fascinating!” It just grosses me out.
AND ALSO, the story itself really freaked me out, because I knew it was close to home. The house he killed the kids in was in the town I was living in at the time, but I didn’t realize that people in that family were probably my customers at some point? They frequently talked about the stuff that went down at the Fred Meyer right by my store and like… that’s very upsetting…