After reading several fantasy novels in a row, I figured it was time for something different…even though TECHNICALLY the next few books in line still followed along the same theme. Yes, yes…I have a method to the madness of what order I choose my books. Most of the time anyway. I have 3212 books on my Goodreads list right now, and I usually read them in order from when I added them, and also dependent on when the library has them available. So now you all know more about how crazy I am.
Still here? Ok then. I decided to break up the fantasies and chose a Jodi Picoult novel from the list. She’s a good standby author, and I have read several of her books. I hadn’t heard of Mercy before seeing it on the library’s available list, so I thought I’d give it a chance.
Normally, I really like Jodi Picoult. They are not the average court novel like John Grisham–she breaks up the monotony of court volleying with an actual plot and story line. She takes the time to build up several different characters before you even get to the court room. Think To Kill a Mockingbird. The books usually have a twist ending, some kind of drama that no one expects.
However, Mercy fell flat and predictable to me. By the middle of the book, I just couldn’t see how anything could be twisted or changed, and I was right. One man kills his wife, admits it, and is on trial. His cousin, the police chief, has an affair. Their uncle has some weird flashbacks to old Scotland that really make no sense in the story whatsoever.
All in all, it’s just a very simple story, and a little meh. Picoult is a great author, and I will keep reading her books, this is just not her best.