For eighteen years the Hartes and the Golds have lived next door to each other, sharing everything from Chinese food to chicken pox to carpool duty– they’ve grown so close it seems they have always been a part of each other’s lives. Parents and children alike have been best friends, so it’s no surprise that in high school Chris and Emily’s friendship blossoms into something more. They’ve been soul mates since they were born.
So when midnight calls from the hospital come in, no one is ready for the appalling truth: Emily is dead at seventeen from a gunshot wound to the head. There’s a single unspent bullet in the gun that Chris took from his father’s cabinet– a bullet that Chris tells police he intended for himself. But a local detective has doubts about the suicide pact that Chris has described.
One of the many reasons that I tend to gravitate towards Jodi Picoult is her style of writing. Most of her books are written with multiple narrators in either the past or the present. This book is no different. We hear how the two families meet 18 years in one chapter and the next how everyone is dealing with Emily’s death. Unlike, some authors Picoult really paints the picture of the character. About how much they care and love for each other. How interchangeable they can be. To me, what really made this story were the characters and how they reacted to Emily’s death.
This book taught me that there is more than one side to every story. In the case of this book, Picoult shows that there are three different sides; the Hartes idea of the truth, the Golds idea of the truth, and the actual truth. This book kept me guessing until the very last page which truth was correct.
Overall, this book made me ugly cry and feel so many different emotions. I needed to finish it or I was going to be a mess until I didn’t. Picoult nailed it again with her take on some hard topics.