I think I’m reading the world’s most depressing book ever, written by the world’s most depressing writer ever! Ok, maybe not the most depressing writer. Ha Jin, the Chinese writer who wrote Waiting was also pretty effective at depressing the heck out of me. I was partly depressed about having wasted my time reading that book though. Anyway, back to my world’s most depressing book ever, My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. Now I knew about this writer. She’s known for her country-music-esque stories. If you want a good bawl, she’s your woman. The couples’ kid dies, their dog runs away, and then the husband strays, and then the other shoe falls. It’s just too much to take. My Sister’s Keeper is also a movie, so you can just skip to that but I think despite the sad storyline, it’s a well-told story. It’s about a family who has a daughter to donate bodily items to their other daughter who has leukemia. The donor daughter finally draws the line when they want her to donate her kidney to her dying sister as a last ditch effort, not to save her, but to prolong her life a while longer. Basically the mother’s all-consuming desire to save her unsaveable daughter ends up sacrificing everyone in the family. It’s depressing.
Fall is a terrible time to be reading sad stories. I will be going back to my regularly scheduled program of the Shopaholic series. It’s much better. Reading this stuff makes me wanna have some shopping therapy of my own.
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