Jodi Picoult is one of my favorite authors and I always look forward to her books. Sadly, this one was a disappointment. Why? I don't know...it just doesn't have the word magic I know she is capable of.
The novel revolves around Luke Warren, a wolf expert. He even abandoned his wife, children, and life to live in the wilds with wolves for over two years.
Now, though, he's lying in a hospital bed in a coma with severe, irreversible brain damage. His estranged son, Edward, has flown home from Thailand to take charge against the wishes of his seventeen-year-old sister, Cara.
Honestly, I just didn't like the characters all that much. Cara is pigheaded about her father and won't listen to reason. Edward is impulsive but it doesn't ring true.
The wolf sections were interesting and I learned alot about wolves, that's for sure, but, really, the rest was a big disappointment.
It's the early 70s. You're sixteen years old and the mother you adore and idolize is suddenly gone. How do you cope?
Sarah is the second oldest and only girl of four children. They live an easy life in a Boston suburb. Sarah's parents are heavy socializers. She observes their world from afar and when tragedy strikes, she tries to emulate the behavior of the adults with dire consequences.
I love the writing in this novel...gorgeous metaphors and similes. The characters are human and likable. Sarah could have been one of my high school students and I wanted to help her.
