I thoroughly enjoyed this book.

However, I did find myself quite irritated with the main character, Paige. She seems to be caught in a self-fulfilling prophecy. She constantly thinks she'll be a terrible mother and might even abandon her child, just like her own mother did. And unfortunately, that's exactly what she ends up doing.

I always struggle with people (or characters) who can't seem to get over something and move on. It was extremely strange when Paige drove out one day to get groceries and then just kept on driving, staying away for months. No wonder her husband didn't want her back.

Also, it didn't seem fair to the reader or Paige when it was initially implied that Nicholas's parents opposed his marriage to Paige because of her background. Only much later do we learn that they thought it wasn't good for Paige. Or something along those lines. As a result, all parties were estranged for about 8 years.

And Paige's mother has been "waiting" for her daughter to find her? What a loser. And the idea that she and the husband she left dangling all those years ago might get back together? I do like the complications in Picoult's books, but I don't like the way she neatly ties up all the ends. It stretches credulity way too much. Nevertheless, it was still a quite enjoyable read.

If you're familiar with Jodi Picoult's work, you'll know that it usually follows the format of a unique court case intertwined with family drama and a moral dilemma.

This was Jodi's second novel, so it likely predates the time when she truly found her niche.

The book centers around Nicholas and Paige, a couple who tied the knot at a very young age and are somewhat of a mess. Paige has a past that she is reluctant to discuss with Nicholas, and she feels trapped when they have their first child, Max. Having been abandoned at a young age by her mother, Paige questions whether she has what it takes to be a good mother.

To be honest, both characters are rather unlikable. They behave like children and are both to blame for the problems in their marriage. It's clear that communication is of utmost importance in any relationship, and in this case, it seems to be severely lacking.

Perhaps if they had been more open and honest with each other from the start, their marriage might not have deteriorated to such an extent.

Nevertheless, this story serves as a reminder of the importance of communication and understanding in a relationship.

He wandered off, leaving me deeply pondering. Why is it that white people name their girl babies things like Hope, Faith, and Patience - names that seem almost impossible for them to truly live up to? While black mothers, on the other hand, call their daughters Mercy, Deliverance, Salvation - burdensome crosses that they'll always have to bear.

That someone like him could want me was still completely overwhelming. He held me in a way that a child holds a snowflake, so lightly, as if he was aware in the back of his mind that I might vanish in the blink of an eye. He carried his self-assurance like a soft overcoat. I wasn't just in love with him; I worshipped him. I had never encountered anyone quite like him. And, amazed that it was me he had chosen, I firmly made up my mind: I would be whatever he desired; I would follow him to the furthest ends of the earth.

I was thinking that in my house - our house - the furniture would be soft, with gently curved edges, colored brightly to constantly remind you that you were alive, and everything, absolutely everything, would be replaceable.

Suddenly I realize that this is precisely what I've been waiting for - a man who depends entirely on me. I had dreamed for years of a man who couldn't imagine living without me, a man who would picture my face when he closed his eyes, who would love me even when I was a mess in the morning, when dinner was late, and even when I overloaded the washing machine and burned out the motor. My son stares up at me as if I can do no wrong. I have always wanted someone who treats me the way he does; I just didn't anticipate that I'd have to give birth to him.

It's not about possession and imposing limits. It is about giving everything until there is nothing left to give, and then continuously searching until you manage to find just a little bit more.

I deeply longed to embrace the role of a mother. The desire for children burned within me, and I envisioned having a whole bunch of them. As fate would have it, I was blessed with four of the most exquisitely beautiful individuals one could ever hope to encounter. However, motherhood has proven to be an arduous journey. Caring for a newborn is no easy feat. There have been countless moments when I found myself wishing that the children would simply disappear for a while, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever consider walking away from them.

Some people remain childless because they struggle to find it in their hearts to share and give of themselves selflessly. Others, unfortunately, choose to abandon their children, while some women opt for abortion. We all tend to form opinions and pass judgments. Are these individuals selfish? Are they bad people? Bad mothers? A book is like a tapestry of events gradually unfolding, enabling the reader to shape her own perspective. I find it hard to imagine a man delving into this particular book. It truly is a chick book. The movie "The Good Mother" evoked the same emotions within me as this book did. Although I may not agree with the actions of the characters, that wasn't the sole reason I picked up the book. I simply craved a story that delved into the lives and experiences of ordinary people.

Once again, I find myself in a love/hate relationship with Jodi Picoult's books. I keep reading them because when they're good, they're truly remarkable. However, the bad ones can be truly horrible. This particular book was one of her earlier works, and perhaps that's why it felt a bit lacking. The plot seemed disjointed, unbelievable, and all over the place. The characters, especially the protagonist, were highly unlikable.

The main character's actions were simply baffling. Raised by a single dad after her mother left when she was a child, she had a rough start. But then, she made a series of choices that were hard to understand. She got pregnant in high school, had an abortion, and then ran away from home, believing her devout Catholic father would be disappointed in her. Despite the fact that he never showed anything but love and compassion, she left him without a word.

Later, she meets a wealthy student and marries him, despite his parents' concerns. When they ask him to finish college, she gets offended and has him cut off ties with them. Years later, when she gets pregnant again and realizes being a mom is harder than she thought, she abandons her three-month-old baby and her husband to "find herself." She leaves for months without a word, reconnects with her own terrible mother, and then acts shocked when her husband doesn't welcome her back with open arms.

The main character came across as entitled and spoiled, refusing to take responsibility for her actions. She constantly relied on others to solve her problems and pay her bills, while complaining about not going to art school. The only redeeming character was the father, who was constantly taken advantage of by his wife and daughter. This was definitely the worst Picoult book I've ever read.

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A book about hearts.

It explores the various hearts within a family. The heart of the surgeon husband, filled with the responsibility of holding the lives of others in his hands. The gentle heart of the father, always holding space for those he loves, providing a safe haven. The mother who abandoned her, a heart that perhaps was lost or broken in some way. The in-laws who initially think they are better but gradually learn to care in their own unique way. And Paige, the daughter/wife/mother who feels she couldn't do it all. Postnatal depression and abandonment issues are vividly描绘 in Picoult's beautiful prose, showing the draining effect of motherhood. At the end of the book, I found myself longing for more, but maybe that too is a true picture of life. It often leaves us with a sense of incompleteness, always craving for something more, just like this story.

This book really fell short of what I typically enjoy about Jodi Picoult's works.

One of the aspects that was lacking was the twisting plot lines that usually keep me on the edge of my seat. Instead, the plot here was highly predictable, making it difficult to maintain my interest.

The main character, a young woman with a rather troubled past, didn't resonate with me either. Her experiences, such as being left by her mother at five, having an abortion at 18, and then having a child while doubting her ability to be a good mother due to her own upbringing and past abortion, didn't draw me in.

Moreover, I couldn't relate to the marital problems presented in the story. I found it hard to understand why the two characters got married in the first place, considering their vastly different backgrounds.

Overall, I didn't like listening to this book, and I suspect that if I had been reading it instead, I would have liked it even less because of its slow pace. It just didn't have the elements that make a Jodi Picoult book truly engaging and enjoyable for me.

I truly adored this book. It was an incredibly touching story that had me completely spellbound. The characters were so engaging that I effortlessly allowed myself to become immersed in the narrative. In fact, it only took me a few short hours to devour it.

The character development was outstanding. I was particularly fond of Paige and Nicholas. Even the secondary characters were well-crafted and memorable. I could vividly picture each and every one of them, and as I read, I could almost hear the distinct accents in their voices. Nicholas, at times, seemed a bit superficial and could even be a real jerk. However, I found myself almost understanding his perspective and felt that his actions were, on occasion, somewhat justified.

The story itself was very good. Picoult did an excellent job with the narration changes. Usually, such changes can make a story seem disjointed, but in this case, they had no negative impact on the flow of the story whatsoever.

The story covered a significant span of time, and I often found myself forgetting that so many years had elapsed. Nevertheless, this didn't detract from the overall enjoyment of the story.

I really liked this book. It wasn't a perfect masterpiece, but it was definitely a solid read. It was a quick and easy book to get into, and it was simple to form an emotional connection with the characters. If you're a fan of chick lit, this is a great choice. This was the first of Picoult's books that I've read, but she has now firmly established herself on my list of favorite authors.

I have a great affection for Jodi Picoult's books, but this particular one truly captivated me to the extent that I simply could not put it down. I embarked on this literary journey on Thursday night and found myself staying up long past my bedtime. Reluctantly, I had to put it aside as I had to rise early and head to work on Friday.

On Friday night, I completed my chores with utmost haste, eagerly anticipating the moment when I could sit down and complete the book.

Paige's mother abandoned her when she was just 5 years old. Paige, in turn, ran away at the age of 18. She has experienced love twice and now has a baby of her own. Exhausted from caring for her infant while her cardiologist husband spends long hours at work, she discovers that she is losing herself. The question looms large: how can she rediscover herself, come to terms with her past, and reconcile her former self with her new self and her role as a mother? How can her heart mend so that she can be whole again?

I adored Paige and her introspections, her naivety, and her honesty. I was charmed by the fact that she was an artist and her special talent that made her art truly unique. I also loved the way she loved her father - in fact, the mutual love they shared.

It has always been a source of curiosity for me how some books manage to draw you in completely, while others do not have the same effect. This book, without a doubt, had my full and undivided attention!

Eh.

It started out with great promise. However, it turned out to be the same old sappy story about a man and a woman from different backgrounds. There was nothing particularly special about her, except that she was a girl-woman who happened to be an amazing artist. She ended up ~changing him. But she had a troubled past due to her mother walking out and then her abortion. Blah blah blah.

Oh, and then she married this guy after like two weeks, had a kid with him, and then ran out on them both for a while to find her mom. It was as if every sentence was crafted for a Hallmark moment. Every character was cool and collected, even when they weren't supposed to be, and everyone seemed to know each other's thoughts.

Meh. I mean, it was a great quick read, but there wasn't exactly a lot of depth or meaning - unless the real meaning was to tie oneself to a man who treats you like his daughter most of the time (because let's face it, Nicholas was a pompous asshole). Maybe it was the feminist in me, but I seriously couldn't stand the childish way Paige bound herself to him. Part of me just wished she would have left him for Jake, even though that would have been a seriously bad move because of Max... but. I don't know. I just didn't like this that much.

Terrible!

The book is so boring that I had to give up on it half way through.

The characters are uninteresting and the plot is dull.

I was listening to the audio book, which is probably why I stuck with it longer than I should have.

If I had been reading the physical book, I would have likely stopped much sooner.

It's a real shame because I had high hopes for this book.

But unfortunately, it just didn't live up to my expectations.

I would not recommend this book to anyone.

It's a waste of time and money.

I'm glad I finally gave up on it and can move on to something more interesting.