Give A Boy A Gun.
I've been waiting so long to tell the world how crappy this book is.
It's basically a story that's supposed to show a realistic depiction of the events leading up to a school shooting in the (fictional) shooters' lives. You have the basics: bullying, deception, planning, and the final catalyst, and then the ending ruins. it. all.
I won't even put a spoiler banner up for this. They take an entire gym hostage during prom, shoot 2 people (without killing them), and then proceed to spend 30 pages SHOOTING AT THE FREAKING CEILING. They describe how bullets were bouncing off but didn't hit anyone, and how INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS THIS WAS (even though it did nothing). Then 1 shooter actually offs himself and the other is tackled and arrested. That's it.
Now, suicide is no small thing to chew, but the book was 300 pages long and was building up to a HUGE tragedy, but in the end nothing (with the exception of the shooter's death) brought an ounce of sadness to me. The whole thing ends on a note of gun control (instead of a message of, I don't know, anti-bullying, spending time with the loners/your kids, standing up for the little guy, etc.) and the book wanted us to feel sorry for the jock that had played the villain the entire time because he was shot in the foot.
I might sound heartless, but this book's experience was like what would happen if, at the end of Julius Caesar, Caesar gets killed and everybody's perfectly okay with it and nothing else happens.