Mercy (↓)

I must say, this is the first (and hopefully) only time I will be giving a bad review to a Jodi Picoult book. I don't know whether I just wasn't in the mood to read, or if the book didn't grab my interest like the others, but I really didn't enjoy it. Of course it's well written, I wouldn't expect anything different from her, but for me, it seemed to stray from the original story-line. Maybe I just wasn't reading deep enough and if I thought about it a little bit more, I could come up with some connection.

This novel is called Mercy by Jodi Picoult. It's about a man who smothers his wife and kills her because she is terminally ill and she asked him to do it. It's also about a police chief who has an affair. I don't really see the connection, but there might be one somewhere.

The one thing this novel did make me do was think about my own relationship with Andrew. If he and I were married, and he was terminally ill and would not get better, would I have the strength to kill him if he asked me to? Would he do the same for me? There was also a part in the novel which seemed to ring true. A relationship is never 50-50. There's always one person who loves or gives a bit more than the other. I believe this is true. I hate to admit it, but I almost think that A. gives more than I do for this relationship. It's certainly not fair, but what can you really do about it? I think that this is also what makes me think about whether I actually love him or not. But I must. I consider him in all of my decisions concerning my future, I think about how difficult things will be for us when I'm gone away to school, and how I will go about telling my parents that we will be living together...

This blog posting as turned a little more personal than I had hoped, but I think that's a good thing. Anyway, now I'm going to read a book of a different genre. More suspense/mystery. Until next time, Happy Reading!