My first book written by Jodi Picoult and I had mixed feelings about it. If Jodi Picoult’s intent was to shudder readers and make them cringe, she has succeeded beyond belief. My Sister’s Keeper is one of the most heart wrenching stories I’ve ever read
“It’s about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.”
When Sara Fitzgerald discovers that her daughter Kate suffers from leukemia, she decides that she will fight for her child’s life at all cost. As the mother of an extremely ill child, she was desperate to find a way to keep her alive. The premise was to conceive a sibling that could be perfect matched “body parts donor” for her older sister. She was conceived as a genetic match to help save her sister’s life. It was supposed to be a one-time deal, but over the course of her 13 years, Anna has donated multiple times. Her sister needs a kidney and Anna has decided she’s had enough of being told how to use her body. She decides to sue her parents for medical emancipation and refuses to give up her kidney. She knows the possible consequences of her actions, but she wants to be the one to make the choice, not her parents. What follows is a harrowing tale told in the view of six people affected by Anna’s decision.
The hardest thing I faced while reading this book is that I don’t have anyone to blame. If only I could blame anyone everything would be so much easier. I could take a side then, I could tell that the other party is wrong. But who to blame when everyone is right?
Can we blame Anna? Because she doesn’t want to give her sister an organ. Can we blame Sara or Brian because they want one of their child to live? Because they want one of their daughters to donate an organ otherwise their other daughter is going to die? How about Jesse. Who doesn’t want some extra attention? But Jesse was not asking extra attention. He just wanted his share of attention.
“Finally, this book took me in an emotional ride. It figuratively made me cry. It made me appreciate my life.”
I found this book to be so engrossing that I read it in two sittings. I would have finished in one if I hadn’t had to go to work.
Jodi Picoult handled issues sensitively and wrote a thoughtful, moving story that keeps you interested from start to finish.
P.S. I got too emotional while reading this book and got carried away while writing review. That’s why it’s such a long review (which is not actually a review but my thoughts)