My Sister's Keeper

This was another audio book.  I've been pretty unable to read very well because I've got a ridiculous cold/headache/sore throat/sneezing thing and I can't really comprehend what I'm reading.  It doesn't help matters much that I'm currently trying to read something written in 1300 and something written in 1900, so it's not exactly fun fluffy reading.  But I can listen to books while I'm laying around in misery.  But this might be a short entry.

My Sister's Keeper, by Jodi Picoult, is a good book.  This is the second book of hers that I've "read"- listened to- and I enjoyed them both.  Pretty sure her kind of writing wouldn't appeal to the men of the masses... well, maybe the gay men... but as far as chick lit, this was pretty good stuff.  It's more intellectual than "Confessions of a Pregnant Princess" (which I've also read) and not as deep as "Catherine of Aragon" or those ridiculous epic novels detailing generations for no good reason.  (No, I have not read "Roots.")  Anyway, this is the story of a couple who had a daughter who was born with a thus far incurable horrible strain of Leukemia.  They genetically engineer their next child to be born so that she is a perfect match to be a donor for their existing daughter.  So the new kid is born and spends her whole life donating blood, marrow, blah, blah, blah, to her older sister, and when she's 13 and everybody wants her to donate a kidney she sues for medical emancipation because she's sick of it all.  Of course, that means that her sister will die, so a fast-paced trial ensues.  And thus the drama unfolds in all its glorious splendor.  

And, I'm being sarcastic, but it is actually a good read.  It's told from the point of view of the donor sister, her older brother, her mother, her father, her lawyer, and the guardian ad litem appointed to the case.  Each of them narrate alternating sections.  Of course, all we want is for the sister with Leukemia to speak up and say her piece, and of course, we wait the whole book to hear what she has to say, and of course, she's the last narrator.  That's hardly a shocker.  Pretty much as soon as you realize there's a second narrator you realize that you are going to hear from the dying kid last.  But regardless of the fact that you're pretty sure it will end with her take on it, you actually are not sure what's going to happen until the very end.  So I give it points for holding my attention till the very end- ask Sara, I had to pull out my computer to charge my mp3 player because my battery was going to die in the middle of the climax.  I don't know how this author would translate on paper, but I enjoy listening to her books enough that I am pretty sure I will look for Picoult in all my future CD scouting trips to the library.  

And I can NOT believe how tired typing that made me, so I'm going to go sneeze my way to bed.

That entry wasn't that short.