Having read quite a number of Picoult books, I would unhesitatingly label myself as a devoted fan of her work. However, this particular book simply failed to captivate me. There were two principal story lines. One revolved around an affair between two characters, while the other involved a man who killed his wife as she was succumbing to a terminal illness. The latter plot was by far the more engaging one. Regrettably, it was the former that dominated the majority of the novel. There were continuous allusions to the fact that the characters had known each other in some past life, but disappointingly, nothing ever materialized from that. The two plot lines were pieced together in a rather clumsy manner. In the end, it almost felt as if one was reading two distinct books rather than a unified one.
I was also profoundly disappointed by the novel's ending. I could accept the absence of the classic Picoult twist. What I couldn't abide were the decisions made by some of the characters. One character, in particular, seemed to mature significantly and change in an astonishing way. And yet, the final decision she made was completely inconsistent with the person she had become.
Ordinarily, Picoult's books are of the kind that I find impossible to put down. This was not the case for me with this book. The last 100 or so pages, once the trial commenced, were interesting. But the remainder of the book left a great deal to be desired.