Rating: 4.25 stars (out of 5)
Genre: fiction
Review: If Jodi Picoult is the only author I would have trusted to write about the COVID-19 pandemic when we were still coming out of it (and she is), then I also trust her to write about the September 11 attacks with care and sensitivity (and she does). But this book is about much more than September 11, and in some ways isn't actually about that day at all, although it provides a necessary backdrop for the story. This book is really about motherhood, friendship, and postpartum psychosis, and perhaps, by putting all of that together, Picoult has taken on a bit too much. If this were a book by anyone else, I would say that it was definitely too much. So the book drags a bit in the middle and towards the end, and one character is perhaps dragged off the stage too abruptly, but this is still Picoult, if not at her finest. You will learn something from this book (probably lots of things), find yourself thinking about something in a different light (probably lots of different lights), and have all the feels (probably at once).
FTC Disclaimer: I received this book from the publisher in exchange for this review.






