I haven't read a Jodi Picoult book in some time. I generally find her books well-informed, provocative, and leaves you biting over what you read even after you've fished it.
This was one of those books.
I can't put my finger on it however I felt like another person composed this book and put her name on the cover.
It was unsurprising generally. I will consider an insane unexpected development I didn't see coming - I had high expectations the book would change pace after that occurred.
In any case, it was..
It's not the most horrendously terrible book I've at any point perused, I mean, I completed it. Be that as it may, I had various assumptions from her composition and was let down.
It's a fast perused, it focuses in the beginning of the lock down for Coronavirus where things get genuinely horrendous, truly speedy.
It just felt awkward and compelled to me. It seemed like Picoult foreshadowed too effectively, allowing you to figure the result while trusting there was a wind you didn't see coming.
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