“Every life has a soundtrack.
There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There’s another that reminds me of tagging along with my father on Sunday mornings to pick up the New York Times. There’s the song that reminds me of using fake ID to get into a nightclub; and the one that brings back my cousin Isobel’s sweet sixteen, where I played Seven Minutes in Heaven with a boy whose breath smelled like tomato soup.”
– Jodi Picoult , Excerpt from ‘Sing You Home’
Got the book this afternoon from the library. Reserved a month ago ofcourse. Don’t expect it to adorn the library bookshelves for the next few months. Jodi’s new releases rarely do for the first year. They circulate among her readers filling hearts and souls with the words.
As always I started with poring over what the Boston Globe, the Washington Post and People had to say about the book. Then the Acknowledgments, then the Author’s Note and finally the story.
Sigh…Wannabauthor in wannabe mood today.
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