Why did I love this book?
Choices and the freedom to make them. Choices and the burden of making them. This is the crux of My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult which I first read in 2006 shortly after giving birth to my twin daughters. I was a blubbering, emotional mess by the time I finished it, but I immediately had to start over and reread it.
What would I have done?
What clues did I miss on the journey?
I wasn’t an author when I read My Sister’s Keeper, but I decided in that moment that if I was ever to write a book, I would emulate Jodi Picoult; I would force the reader to question everything, even their own moral tenets.