title: Framing Innocence: A Mother's Photographs, a Prosecutor's Zeal, and a Small Town's Response
author:  Lynn Powell 
description: "[<i>Framing Innocence </i>is a] compulsively readable procedural . . . ; a cautionary tale about the difficulties of raising one's children unconventionally. . . ; and finally, and maybe most successfully, a meditation on how a single picture can mean such different things to different viewers.<br />--<b>DoubleX Book of the Week, <i>Slate.com</i></b><br /><br />"Thoroughly and fairly reported." <br />--the<b> <i>Wall Street Journal</i></b><br /><br />"Beautifully written . . . a page turner."<br /><b>--<i>Slate</i></b><br /><br />"Powell is a gifted writer, and her ability to convey the complex characters and emotions . . . raises <i>Framing Innocence</i> above other books of its kind. . . . [An] intelligent, beautifully written book."<br />--<i><b>Chapter 16, Humanities Tennessee</b></i><br /><br />A "gripping true story." <br />--<b><i>MORE</i> magazine: Great Read, November 2010</b><br />
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  ## EVE
  
  
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  Part of me wanted to drive him a little crazy, to see how far I could push
  before sending him screaming for the hills. Only this was New York City, so by
  “hills” I mean that minuscule square of green shrubbery outside your apartment
  building that passes for a front yard. Was I innocent? Not entirely. But let
  us not judge hastily the actions of the young 