Wednesday, August 29, 2018

My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Piccoult

I would literally trade this book for a pickle. A good kosher dill pickle, of course, not one of those underbrined cucumbers in disguise, or worse yet, a sweet pickle. There's nothing worse than thinking you are getting a real pickle, only to bite into a sweet pickle (abomination). But that's kind of what this book was like - it looked great at first, interesting plot, complicated moral issues, lots to think about. But then, in another one of the worst plot twists of all time (I'm kind of on a roll with these, thanks to my daughter), everything interesting and complicated gets wrapped up in a neat little package that pretty much made we want to stick a fork in my eye. But I suppose that's life. It starts out nice, full of promise, plenty of possibilities, but when you get to the end of it, it's pretty much a shitshow. Sometimes literally. After my wife died, I promised myself I would not let that happen to me. Not the dying, mind you, but the manner. But just try to bring something like that up with my children, or any other member of the able generation. They practically checked me into a psych ward just for talking about what a dignified death might look like. I will tell you what it does not look like- sitting around in a hospital room getting spoon-fed pudding and having to read crap books like this. Thanks for nothing, Jodi.


  1. I’m so sorry to hear about your wife. And concerned about your mention of a psych ward. And the level of anger present in book reviews. Maybe it would be helpful for you to talk to someone. Or at least a grief group?

  2. Wow - it sounds like you are concerned about a lot of stuff. It seems like maybe you could use someone to talk to about all that. Perhaps you're the one who needs therapy? Thanks for caring.