Pardon my babbling (as per usual), but I just can’t sleep without letting this all out. I want you guys to know how much I deeply love this book.
It’s already 1:00 AM here and I should be in dreamland right now, shouldn’t I? I want to write as much as I want to sleep. I just finished this book entitled 19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult. Two years ago, I had the chance to read My Sister’s Keeper and after that, I pretty much engaged myself to reading YA, and realization struck through me just a few days back. I’ve missed the chance of reading the other works of the greatest storyteller of this generation. I didn’t know I could be that dumb. Oops. I’m being too hard on myself.
It’s been a while since I last read a book that has made me stay up all night just for the sake of finishing it. I guess this book just broke the record. 19 Minutes tackles about family, nonconformity, grief, loss, hope, and a whole lot more. Jodi Picoult is a genius. The book was a page-turner. It was gut-wrenching, compelling, and depressing all at once. It was one of those books you wish you had written. It was one of those books who’ll make you think if taking sides will do good. This book can change your life, I must say. It did change mine.
This surely doesn’t have a lot of twists and turns like other novels do, but it will sure leave you thinking about things that could have happened if people only knew better. The characters were all vital and each one of them had stories that formed a huge part in crafting this wonderfully written novel.
Bullying. This was one of the main themes in the story. I didn’t have an idea how things could get to that state Peter had gotten himself into. Daily picking on someone who appears to be weak in someone else’s eyes just because he simply doesn’t belong to their group, according to them. I didn’t know something negative, even just a word that’s been said when you were a kid could stick to you like a sexual abuse would do. It makes me sick. I grew up in a country where bullying almost doesn’t exist. Almost. Maybe I’m fortunate enough to grow up not being one of those to be constantly picked on by some kids who thought that they’ll feel good by putting other people down.
Nonconformity. A big part of teens’ lives is devoted to trying to fit in. Even I, myself did find myself a few moments sometimes whether which group I do really belong — geeks, jocks, beauties, athletes, etc. But then again, I’ve found myself not really minding it. I thought as long as I’ve got real friends, it doesn’t matter if I belong to any of these groupies they call. In Peter’s case, the book’s main character, it was really different. He was bullied almost his whole life and even the people who he thought could help him, let him down. The only best friend he had, became someone else he never imagined her to be. Even in the corners of his home he didn’t find anyone to run to. Just like us, he spent his entire life trying to fit in that eventually, he got tired.
Loss and grief. I’m not just talking about the ones who died in the Sterling High School shooting. Loss can be applied in numerous ways. It could be when Alex lost Logan, when Alex lost Lacy, when Peter lost Josie, when Lacy and Lewis lost Joey, when Jordan lost the case, when the parents lost their kids, etc. But for me, the most important thing was when Lacy lost Peter, and it’s not to death, but to someone she didn’t expected he’d become. A monster. She felt like she’d lost her even though he’s just a few feet away from him. He lost his son without even knowing how, when or why. All their lives she thought everything was going okay for Peter. But that was an utter mistake, of course.
Revenge. One of the lines there hit me. It kind of says if you’re planning to plot revenge. You gotta start digging two graves. One for your enemy, and one for yourself.
Family. This novels includes an improbable number of family that were immensely devastated with what happened that day, March 6th, 2007. You have to read the book yourself.
Jodi Picoult possesses this incredibility to its highest form. The whole time I was reading the book, I thought I was inside it. Even though a lot of books already made me feel that way, it’s just hard to switch from one scene to another because of the fear that you can’t just simply contain everything. Everything happened all at once. I was inside someone’s house, then one second I was inside the court hearing all their testimonies. She weaved everything together in a way no one else could. With all these law stuff, I think I’m giving that plan of mine a chance. Pursuing law. I wanted to highlight all the lines, you know. But then again, I knew better. This isn’t Accounting book. I just love this book, okay?? OKAY.
I hope you give this book a chance and list it on your to-reads. Until next time! I gotta sleep. DFTBA, reader!
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is suppose to look like. — Jodi Picoult