I downloaded this novella for free from Jodi's newsletter. I didn't read the description because if Jodi wrote it I'm going to read it. I think Jodi is one of the best storytellers of our time. She pulls you into the story so quickly and makes you care for the characters. I have cried reading...
I hate that I spent $2 on this because it was entirely pointless. The Monroe story reminded me of the first few minutes in Step Up. I expected a lot more from Jodi Picoult. Before, I could just pick up one of her books without even reading the synposis and I knew it would be an excellent story. N...
Harvesting the Heart – Jodi PicoultI do quite enjoy Jodi Picoult's books but have started to find them a bit formulaic. this one is a bit different. I thought when I read this that it must be a newer book but it is apparently one of her older works. I have to say I prefer this to others she wrote...
I don't know if I've started to outgrow Jodi Picoult books, or whether the most recent books I've read by her just haven't been as good as some of her best ones. I really loved a few of her slightly older books (My Sister's Keeper, Nineteen Minutes, Perfect Match), but I haven't been a big fan of...
Originally Published On My Review BlogIn Jodi Picoult's "Second Glance", ghost hunter Ross Wakeman just wants to get in contact with his dead wife Aimee, but then stumbles accidently into a complicated family feud in a small town in Vermont.I devoured this novel shockingly fast. I went in with th...
Picture Perfect, by Jodi Picoult, tells the story of Cassie, an anthropologist who’s married to the famous Alex Rivers, a movie star as talented as Daniel Day Lewis, as desired as George Clooney, and as handsome as both of those guys put together. However, things are not as great as they seem, b...
11/10/08Ugh!! I finished this last night because I couldn't bear to spend another day of my life with this in my purse. So why did I read it? For the same reason that many young women read books they might not be thrilled with... I had to read it for my book club (...which normally picks much m...
I'm not a likely candidate to read a Jodi Picoult book. I have to admit that I've always been a bit of a snob when it comes to the books that my Mom read.She was a big fan of mysteries, but nothing classic (no Christie or Doyle), very little new or challenging (no Steinhauer or Rankin), and pract...
If you haven't read the book it's about a girl (Kate) with leukemia whose parents had a second genetically matched child (Anna) to help with blood and bone marrow to save their first daughter. As the girls grow up, more and more is required of Anna until she's had enough of being nothing but an o...
Believe it or not, I have never actually read one of Jodi Piccoult's books before. I'm not really sure why, but I haven't. This particular book has really stayed with me as I finished it, and I think Piccoult makes a few very important points/observations.1. Sometimes the perpetrator of a heino...
Anna Fitzgerald no está enferma, aunque pudiera parecerlo. Con trece años ha pasado por incontables operaciones, pruebas y transfusiones para que su hermana mayor, Kate, sobreviva a la leucemia que le diagnosticaron a los dos años. A Anna la seleccionaron genéticamente para ser la perfecta donant...
Seamlessly, Jodi Picoult has pulled me out of my too-long reader's block and back into the track of hard-hitting emotions, too-often hushed issues, and one hell of a ride in Perfect Match.Nina Frost is a prosecutor in Maine who tries to balance being a mother to her five year old son, Nathaniel, ...
The acclaimed #1 "New York Times" bestselling author presents a spellbinding tale of a mother's tragic loss and one man's last chance at gaining salvation.Can we save ourselves, or do we rely on others to do it? Is what we believe always the truth?One moment June Nealon was happily looking forwar...
That she would call me up to ask me what color I would be, if I were a color, because she was so completely purple and she wanted to know if we'd match. That she was like no one I'd ever met, that when I moved inside the kaleidoscope heart of her, I saw how dreary my life had been. I don't tell E...
It was a big brownstone encircled by a wrought-iron fence, and overlooking either side of the ornate door were gargoyles, their granite faces carved from my nightmares. They terrified me, so I didn’t mind the fact that we always entered through the less-impressive side door, whose keys Mama kept ...
And she’s coming right for me.“Stop!” Cara says. “He’s a liar!”The doctors have gone, ready to be paged once we get the attorney’s permission. Corinne has been anxiously pacing; there is a narrow window of opportunity for organ donation that is slipping away moment by moment. I was just doing wha...
I wait for him, text him, call him, pray, but there is no response. I imagine him walking the streets, hearing my voice ring out in his ears. He is wondering if he has it in him, too, the capacity for rage. If nature or nurture matters more; if he is doubly damned. Yes, I hated that racist father...
And if before the days grew rough We once were lov’d, us’d—well enough, I think, we’ve far’d, my heart and I. -ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING, “MY HEART AND I” Hardball: one of the stages of sugar syrup in the preparation of candy, which occurs at 250...
I‘m not allowed to leave.Well, that‘s sort of why I wanted to meet … We think that it might be best for everyone right now if you took a leave of absence from your column.Best for everyone? I repeat. How is losing my job best for me?It‘s temporary, Emma. Just until this … blows over. Surely you u...
The rasp of a match. A scent of sulfur. The torch blazed to life again. Crouched before me in a pool of blood was a man with wild eyes and knotted hair. More blood dripped from his mouth and covered his hands, which held a haunch of meat. I fell back, struggling to find air. This was the cave in ...
The translation is “noisy ghost,” and it’s legitimate; they are the loud bullies of the psychic world. They have a tendency to attach themselves to teenage girls who dabble in the occult or who have wild mood swings, both of which attract angry energy. I used to tell my clients that poltergeists ...
She finally managed to get downstairs after a sleepless night and morning sickness, and found the steaming mug on her plate with a few saltines. By that time, the others had left the breakfast table; only Katie and Sarah remained in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. “You understand we have to driv...
Millie says, “I’m against this.”“I’m not,” Faith announces as Mariah zips her jacket. “I think it’s cool to be a spy.”“You’re not a spy. You’re a sneak.”Mariah pats down the placket of the zipper.“You ready?”She knows Faith is; she’s been ready since 6:00 A.m., when Mariah told her what was going...
There I was, in the middle of a class IV hurricane a month before my due date, packing a bag for the hospital between contractions, as gusts of rain rattled the house. There was your father, videotaping through the windshield as he drove; the eerie bank of tollbooths on the highway unmanned and f...
I may be only thirteen, but I’ve studied it the way other kids my age devour fashion magazines. There’s the kind of memory you have about the world, like knowing that stoves are hot and that if you don’t wear shoes outside in the winter you’ll get frostbite. There’s the kind you get from your sen...
I was playing with my favorite doll on the stone wall that bordered our driveway while he mowed the lawn. One minute he was mowing, and the next, he was facefirst in the grass as the mower propelled itself in slow motion down the hill of our backyard.I thought at first he was sleeping, or playing...