Edward Warren, twenty-four, 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, gravely injured in the same accident that has also injured his younger sister Cara.
With her father’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 decision?
Lone Wolf explores the notion of family, and the love, protection and strength it’s meant to offer. But what if the hope that should sustain it, is the very thing that pulls it apart? Another tour de force from Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf examines the wild and lonely terrain upon which love battles reason.
This was my first Jodi Picoult book and I’m still kind of digesting it but wanted to do the review while it was fresh in my mind.
I have to say I identified the most with Edward in the story though it was hard not to be empathetic towards Cara as well. While the story is mostly about family and the things we have to get through that will either tear us apart or make us a stronger unit – it also brings up trust and sincerity issues between siblings. Having just gone through something similar with my sister, the decision to pull the plug or not, I found the story a bit heartbreaking as I relived the aftermath.
My favorite parts involved the wolves and how we humans could learn a lot by watching them interact as a pact. This is true of other animals in the animal kingdom as well. Animals don’t have the emotional range that humans do so there will always be conflict, hurt feelings, and selfishness. It is sad to say but true.
I did think Luke was a bit crazy for living with a pack, eating raw meat, etc. Quite frankly, it grossed me out. No matter how we might try to change our spots, we are, in fact, human with human attributes. We aren’t wolves, lions, or any other pack animal. We are humans with human needs and human families. I know that isn’t coming out the way I want but basically I’m saying that a wolf is a wolf – a human is a human. We can learn a lot from them, but we can never become them nor them us.
I thought the book drug in a few places and had some things that could have been cut without it changing the dynamic of the story but that is me. I don’t like oodles of details that could just as easily been left out.
I give the book an A. I can’t swear I will read more of Jodi Picoult – I can’t swear that I won’t either. I thought she’d make it to my best author’s list but she didn’t – I am rather neutral on her as a writer. Good story, a bit of a tear jerker, but interesting none-the-less. 🙂