2016年11月3日 星期四

Log #4

Book name: The Storyteller
Author: Jodi Picoult

The Storyteller
Jodi Picoult has always been my favorite novelist. She is a writer with both sympathy and empathy in her heart. Her novels are often about controversial issues around the world. For instance, one of her best-selling books is called My Sister’s Keeper, which is talking about the issue of physical autonomy. As a result, I chose this book The Storyteller as my third book.
The Storyteller started by a disfigured woman named Sage. After the decease of her mother and her personal injury, she became lack of confidence. Her friend decided to asked her to help with the jobs in a bakery, which Sage didn’t need to face so many people. Also, she introduced her into a grief group. Inside the grief group, every of the members had their own sorrow. In the paragraphs of describing what happened in the group, the author also threw out a question: What is the definition of death? The end of life means death? Or someone dies only when no one miss him/her? (I strongly recommend this part.)However, Sage was the only one who had stayed in the group for over years. The reason was that she could never pull her heart out.
All the things changed after she met an old man called Josef Weber. Josef was a retired teacher and now a coach. He was a beloved old man in the community. Sage soon became friends with this nice old man. The old man never judge Sage by her face, and never asked her about that. One day, the old man showed up. He asked Sage to do him a favor: kill him.

I love the way how Jodi Picoult talked about the grief group. Sometimes we cannot go through difficulties ourselves. As a result, we need a group of people to listen to us and maybe give us some advice. However, it is never easy to judge people’s opinion. Since no one would like to receive any kinds of negative judgement when he/she is in his/her own sadness. This part of the book taught me not to interfere people’s sharing, and also respect different kinds of opinion. Perhaps it will develop into debates, but how come we cannot accept those different from us?

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