The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.
For years, Trixie's own parents, Daniel and Laura, had told her that she could be anything, have anything, do anything.
Trixie, Laura, and Daniel Stone all have parts of themselves that are hidden and unknown to one another.
That was why she'd been so eager to grow up until she got to adolescence and hit a big, fat wall of reality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be
pretty or smart or popular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny; you were too busy trying to fit in.
She realized, with a start, that she had already begun to divide her life into before and after. After that night, she couldn't be a kid anymore. After that night, there was no more room in her life for honesty.
There was a fine line between love and hate, you heard that cliché all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would better one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness, one day, to feel like an intrusion.
Relationships always sounded so physically painful: You fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head.
The old Trixie Stone used to be a person who dreamed of flying and wanted, when she got old enough, to jump out of a plane and try it. The new Trixie couldn't even sleep with the
light off. The old Trixie liked wearing T-shirts that hugged her tight; the new Trixie went to her father's dresser for a sweatshirt that she could hide beneath.
The old Trixie sometimes showered twice a day, so that she could smell like the pear soap that her mother always put in her Christmas stocking. The new Trixie felt dirty, no matter how many times she scrubbed herself. The old Trixie felt like part of a group. The new Trixie felt alone, even when she was surrounded by people. The old Trixie would have taken one look at the new Trixie and dismissed her as a total loser.
It was as if Trixie's rape was a constant fall of leaves they were so busy raking away they could ignore the fact that beneath them, the ground was no longer solid.
She understood that the person you were yesterday might not be the person you are tomorrow.
It was possible to grow up in a instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be
Dreams, Trixie thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance, and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.
But you couldn't have strength without weakness; you couldn't have light without dark; you couldn't have love without loss.
Even Dante said that if you walked through hell, you could climb your way paradises.
The Tenth Circle is what it's all about.
Jodi Picoult kindly enlightened the readers with crash course on Dante's The Divine Comedy. The helpless despite the free-will. You rip what you sow The whole karmic things of life.
Jodi picked a delicate subject, but she presented it in a very sensitive way as always. The only thing that she didn't manage to present at best was the crime part, since I understood who was the felon instantly while the detective only at the end....Continua
my second book of Jodi Picoult. this book didnt take that long as my sister 's keeper, but what i found in these two books is that they all talk about the parent-child love. In this book, you will see how a father try to protect her daughter; no matter what happened.
As parents always believe their children are the best, even when something had happened, it always not their children's fault. Parents would do something crazy just in order to protect their children. you can see it both in my sister's keeper and this book.
Everyone has a dark side, but people usually choose to hide it in everyday life, but when one day it blows out, no matter what reason is, it would come out to do anything to protect their best love.
This was my least favorite of her novels. I don't know why,but it just did not pull me in like some of her others.
Jodi did not surprise me in the Tenth Circle as much as the other of her books did. I could guessed who the true murderer was WAY BACK. Which spoiled the fun and twist of the book.
Call me heartless, but I don't have sympathy to the characters. In the first half of the book, I really felt the sorrow and was sadden by the tragedies that happened to the family. Unfaithful wife, daughter rape case, father who had a tough childhood. But the further I read, the more I think they HAD a choice. Laura had a choice of not having an affair. Trixie had a choice of not buying special-K from Seth. She could have told the truth..... The only victim in the story, I guess is Daniel. You've gotta have respect to a parent like that. He is my favorite character in the book.
Family crisis is Jodi's speciality and no doubt this is a grim subject. Once again Jodi Picoult made us puzzle about moral value, ignorance of parents, and how cruel kids can be....Continua