Told in alternating focalization by the engaging, conflicting
cast of Picoult’s characters, My Sister’s Keeper manages to portray a truthful,
fast-happening, but a sad and theatrically realistic storyline for the readers.
The unexpected plot twist in the last 50 pages, that truly blown my mind off, also
makes my heart aches for Anna and the Fitzgeralds. This is a beautiful, soul-wracking,
verisimilar and engagingly contentious book.
It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get.
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sisterm even when the other half of the equation is gone?
You know how every now and the, you have a moment where your whole life stretches our ahead of you life a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake?
I learn from my own daughter that you don;t have to be awake to cry.
Remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.
Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.
- Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
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