Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult.
I finished this book in only a few days, all 466 pages of it. Maybe not a feat for some, but I've been pretty meh about reading this year.
I have new info on people going through IVF and all they endure financially and physically, although I still don't understand that crazed "I've got to have a baby and it has to be biologically mine".
I also have a new understanding about how seeming normal people can be drawn into those crazy, bible-thumping churches. Who wouldn't want a big group of people behind them? Sort of a surrogate extended family. Along with that, I got a peek into the lesbian relationship and it's not really any different than the hetero one, except for all the intolerance from the outside. I can't imagine how annoying and hurtful it must be to have to hide your partner from a large section of the world.
So, midway, I thought I'd be heading for a 5 star review, then came the weird Max-Liddy encounter, so maybe 4.5 stars. Except, once again, I feel like Ms. Picoult wrapped things up too quickly and tidily. 400+ pages of build-up deserve a bit more explanation for the ending. So I subtracted another half a star.
4 stars
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