With about a 5 hour layover in Ft. Lauderdale on my way back from Mexico, I contemplated whether or not I'd actually get some sleep or how many times I'd read and reread my photography magazines. Deciding I wouldn't be necessarily fruitful in either choice, I made one huge airport splurge and got Jodi Picoult's latest book, House Rules. In hardcover. ooOOo. This would complete #54 on my bucketlist for this year, and for those who are wondering, lol, yes I plan on living past this year. For some reason I just call it my bucket-list because I REALLY really wanna accomplish those things. Life 'n death.
This would be the fifth book in our long-term, future relationship:
It was good, though not my favorite of the ones I've read. It's probably because I'm always comparing her books to the first one I ever read of hers, Nineteen Minutes. To date, I haven't read anything of hers that tops that one. I want every high schooler to read that, it's absolutely insane. I had to take breaks because it got so psychologically and emotionally intense. Yes it's that good, and yes, even if it wasn't AS good, this one was intense as well. She has a gift for finding places of weakness/tension and completely exploiting it to make you feel like you've been punched in the gut. Sounds awesome doesn't it?
Highly recommended author, and if you haven't read Nineteen Minutes. Highly recommended gut-punch.