Lone Wolf, by Jodi Picoult (New York: Atria Books, 2012)
"Edward Warren, 23, has been living in Thailand for five years, a
prodigal son who left his family after an irreparable fight with his
father, Luke. But he gets a frantic phone call: His dad lies comatose in
a NH hospital, gravely injured in the same accident that has also
injured his younger sister Cara.
"Cara, 17, still holds a grudge against her brother, since his
departure led to her parents’ divorce. In the aftermath, she’s lived
with her father – an animal conservationist who became famous after
living with a wild wolf pack in the Canadian wild. It is impossible for
her to reconcile the still, broken man in the hospital bed with her
vibrant, dynamic father.
"With Luke’s chances for recovery dwindling, Cara wants to wait for a
miracle. But Edward wants to terminate life support and donate his
father’s organs. Is he motivated by altruism, or revenge? And to what
lengths will his sister go to stop him from making an irrevocable
"Lone Wolf looks at the intersection between medical science and moral
choices. If we can keep people who have no hope for recovery alive
artificially, should they also be allowed to die artificially? Does the
potential to save someone else’s life with a donated organ balance the
act of hastening another’s death? And finally, when a father’s life
hangs in the balance, which sibling should get to decide his fate?"
"In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have freed the tiger."
Granted, that's a cool opening line -- but a review for this one is hardly worth my time or my reader's. (Dontcha like how I manage to be both self-deprecating and poke tongue-in-cheek fun at the apostrophe abuse that so grates on the nerves of the grammarians among us there?) It's a Jodi Picoult book, and you either like that sort of thing or you don't. I do now and again but don't expect the earth to move (unless the dizziness from the author's shifting-fonts-to-represent-different-characters technique counts).
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- MWF, now officially 42, loves long walks on the beach and laughing with friends ... oh, wait. By day, I'm a mid-level university administrator reluctant to be more specific on a public forum. Nights and weekends, though, I'm a homebody with strong nerdist leanings. I'm never happier than when I'm chatting around the fire, playing board games, cooking up some pasta, and/or road-tripping with my family and friends. I studied psychology and then labor economics in school, and I work in higher education. From time to time I get smug, obsessive, or just plain boring about some combination of these topics, especially when inequality, parenting, or consumer culture are involved. You have been warned.