My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Most people either really love Jodi Picoult or really don’t. I am generally a neutral party- some of her books I love, some are just so-so for me. This book definitely fell into the “love” category.
The whole story just feels so raw. Painful family relationships are juxtaposed with close encounters with wolves, both in captivity and in the wild. I know this sounds like a strange combination, but it works.
Luke is a father of two and a wolf activist. He not only leaves his family for almost two years to live in the wild, he also maintains a pack in captivity. He has dedicated his life to preservation and education.
Luke’s daughter, Cara, moves in with him after her parents divorce. Edward, Cara’s older brother, packed up and left the country when he was just 18. The estranged siblings are thrown together when tragedy strikes and Luke is in a coma.
I won’t give away the rest of the book, because the major drama and emotion in the book comes from the siblings’ differing views on end-of-life decisions.
This was touching and heart-wrenching, at times even painful. But beautifully done!