I’ll admit that my mind was made up on this one before I even picked it up: this is not my type of book and Jodi Picoult is not my type of author. Not to mention that the recommendations on the back cover are sourced from Heat, Woman’s Weekly and Good Housekeeping.
After I got over that first wave of cynicism or bookish snobbery, call it what you will, I started to read. Initially, the prose felt flat and I couldn’t quite get to grips with the fact that the narrator, Anna, is a 13-year old girl who seemed unconvincing, unreliable (by her own admission) and childish:
I fluff my pillows up under my bed. Kate as usual, has swapped so that she has all the funchy ones that don’t feel like rocks under your neck. She’s supposed to deserve this, because she’s three years older than me or because she’s sick or because the moon is in Aquarius – there’s always a reason.
However, this struggle between maturity and immaturity, responsibility and irresponsibility becomes integral to the story. Moreover, when I arrived at the next chapter, I found that the book is narrated not just by Anna, but by several characters (I breathe a sigh of relief). The multi-character narration adds a much-needed three-dimensionality to the story, and is a complete success. I began to think that I may have been entirely wrong in my judgement about this book.
Though I was not yet entirely convinced. I resented Picoult’s consistently obvious and deliberate attempts to coerce the reader into feeling emotional. The words, “cry!! cry!!” seemed to seep out of the white space between the words. But cry is exactly what I did. On page 34 to be precise. And despite feeling a tad cheated and ashamed, I read on.
My Sister’s Keeper tells the story of designer-baby, Anna, who was conceived by Sara and Brian solely to save the life of their other daughter Kate, who is suffering from acute promyelocytic leukemia. The original intention was to harvest blood from Anna’s umbilical cord, however after Kate suffers several relapses, Anna is used as a donor time and time again. At the age of thirteen, and at the end of the first chapter, Anna hires a lawyer to sue her parents for the rights to her own body.
The book doesn’t mess Continue reading