I find that, quite often, I’m not the one reading the hottest new book as it hits the shelves. But chances are that, as time passes, as my reading tastes change, and as the title finds its way into the boxes at library book and yard sales, it will eventually fall into my hands. I’m glad that My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult found its way into my to-read stack.
I really enjoyed this novel. Simply written, it’s an intimate, emotional account of a family’s ordeal with leukemia. Picoult strips the flesh and reveals the tender meat below as she delves into the difficult choices that have to be made to save one child at the expense of another, and how years of struggling takes its tole on each member of the family.
I must add that even though I expected and had prepared myself for a certain ending, the author blindsided me with the way she made it happen, leaving me in tears. Although I haven’t read many books by Picoult, the ones I have read have had endings like that – you think you’ve prepared yourself and built up a tough exterior, but she manages to surprise you in such a manner that she strips your fortitude away, leaving your heart exposed and at her mercy as she squeezes. I look forward to reading more of her books.