It doesn’t matter how many times I read it, My Sister’s Keeper makes me cry my heart out. We’re talking full on ugly face crying, the hitching sobs, the whole works. It really moves me.
I’m a big fan of Jodi Piccoult, I have to say, and I enjoy the fact that she often deals with controversial but very much realistic storylines, and with the media hype surrounding genetic engineering and designer babies, this book was no different. I loved how it gave insight into the minds of people involved in such issues, from the parents of the sick child, and specifically that of the designer child, born with the knowledge that only they have the power to save their sibling, and the responsibility and heartache this brings.
My heart goes out to Anna, to Kate (who, for some reason I always want to call Becky), to their parents. It’s absolutely heart wrenching – as well as disturbing and painful and completely engrossing. It’s a very intense book that raises some interesting points about the ethics of the issues involved, in a realistic and empathetic setting and takes great pains to spell out that there’s no right and easy solution to the situation