This is a post I’ve been wanting to write for a long time now. Ever since I read the book a year ago. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult has got to be one of the most powerful books I’ve ever read.
No other book has made me sob like this one.
No other book has made me smile like this one.
No other book has felt so real (in spite of it being fiction)
No other book has made me experience the wide gamut of emtions that I did whilst reading the book.
So what is it about the book that makes it so special?
Well, for me personally, the style of the book was awesome to start of with. Alsmot every character is presented in first person. How does Picoult do that? She lets each character have a say and have their voice heard in each chapter. Then of course, the story itself is a heart-wrenching one.
The book is about a family…a family with 3 children and one of whom (the middle child) has cancer. The third child was conceived to be a donor for the girl with cancer. She doesn’t have a say in the matter until 12 years on, she is frustrated. She has had to forego more things than just donate a bone marrow or blood. She has had to put her life on hold for her sister. And she has had enough. She goes to see a lawyer to get the rights to her own body. And all hell breaks loose when the family finds out. Is there a right answer? I don’t know. The mother is livid; the father torn. The daughter that has cancer does not have an opinion in the book i.e. she is the only character whose point of view is not presented to us. The older brother could not care less. The book takes us through all of their thoughts, their feelings, their emotions. The reader manages to empathise with each and every character (which is saying something…) I don’t want to give away the ending in case you haven’t read the book…but it is possibly one of the most unexpected endings.
The book makes you ask the biggest question: Would I do this for someone I loved?
The answer: I don’t know. I would donate if I had a choice. But would I like to if I wasn’t given one? If I was forced to without being asked? If I were made to feel guilty for not wanting to?
Like I said, if I were in Annie’s place, I don’t know what I’d do.
What would you do?