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- Author: Jodi Picoult
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Until Josef tells her the evil secret he’s kept for sixty years.
Caught between Josef’s search for redemption and her shattered illusions, Sage turns to her family history and her own life for answers. As she uncovers the truth from the darkest horrors of war, she must follow a twisting trail between betrayal and forgiveness, love and revenge. And ask herself the most difficult question she has ever faced - can murder ever be justice? Or mercy?
- Jodi Picoult
- Hodder & Stoughton
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- Jodi Picoult grew up in Nesconset, New York. She received an A.B. in creative writing from Princeton and a master's degree in education from Harvard. Her previous novels include HOUSE RULES, NINETEEN MINUTES, and MY SISTER'S KEEPER. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and three children. Jodi's UK website is www.jodipicoult.co.uk and she can be found on Facebook and Twitter at facebook.com/JodiPicoultUK and twitter.com/jodipicoult. She also has a YouTube channel www.youtube.com/user/JodiPicoultOfficial.
Excellent as expected.
once again jodi captures the imagination and asks the question what if ?
I found I could not put it down. Very interesting and informative.
“Why would you try to kill yourself?” “Because I should be dead, Sage. It’s what I deserve. And you can help me.” He hesitates. “You showed me your scars. I only ask you to let me show you mine.” It strikes me that I know nothing about this man, except for what he has chosen to share with me. And now, apparently, he’s picked me to help him carry out his assisted suicide. “Look Josef,” I say gently. “You do need help, but not for the reason you think. I don’t go around committing murder.” “Perhaps not.” He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small photograph, its edges scalloped. He presses it into my palm. In the picture, I see a man, much younger than Josef -- with the same widow’s peak, the same hooked nose, a ghosting of his features. He is dressed in the uniform of an SS guard, and he is smiling. “But I did,” he says.
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