After reading My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, I was pretty apprehensive about reading this one. But after KT’s suggestion to give her another try and Heather’s recommendation of Sing You Home I thought I might as well give it a try. Plus, I only had seven days to read it until it expired on GalleyGrab. And I’m kind of glad for that, because if it weren’t, I probably wouldn’t have even read it.
So, the story: Max and Zoe have been married for nine years, five of which they’ve spent in earnest trying to have a baby, which, thanks to both of their fertility issues, proves to be quite challenging. They eventually have to use vitro fertilization, which involves embryos being injected with the father’s, erm, yeah, sperm and then planted into Zoe. (I’m not sure this is EXACTLY what happens, but I’m not exactly very term-reverent. Yeah.) After two miscarriages, things finally seem to be working out for them when Zoe’s third embryo-injection has been going strong for twenty-eight weeks, but then ultimately it ends in a stillbirth.
This proves to be the last straw for Max, who divorces Zoe and moves in with his super-religious older brother and sis-in-law. Soon enough, Max himself finds inspiration and converts into a strict Christian. As for Zoe, her life seems to lose track of time, and it’s only after she finds a close friend in a sort-of client, Vanessa, that she manages to get over the failure of her marriage and the failed attempts at motherhood. But slowly, their friendship becomes something else altogether and she finds that she’s in love with her lesbian best friend who’s also in love with her.
When it turns out that three embryo eggs Zoe and Max created are still left, Zoe and Vanessa want to plant them into Vanessa so Zoe can finally become a mum. However, Max, now being a conservative Christian and therefore anti-gay, refuses, which leads to a court-trial for the embryos’ custody.
All right, that was long. But the story’s pretty complicated, and that’s as concise as I could make it. And now for the review:
I finally get now why Jodi Picoult novels are called compulsively readable. Because this one totally was. The story’s told in the present-tense perspectives of Zoe, Max, and Vanessa, and it’s done really well. The characters themselves were very realistic to me, even if some of them did some rather awful stuff (like, yeah, MAX). Zoe worked as music therapist, which basically involves playing music for patients to rejuvinate their mental healths. I really liked learning about this profession, which I didn't have any clue of before.
But what I liked about this book so much was that, without being preachy, it gives an unprejudiced view of today’s society’s reaction to gay people. Yeah, the Christian side seemed to be the villain here, even though I know for a fact that open-minded Christians exist. The whole foray into a gay person’s mind was really quite enlightening, and since I have a gay character in one of my novels, I think reading this book will help a lot in shaping his character.
It was, however, a bit long, and did got a teensy bit repetitive at times. The ending was fairly satisfactory, but left some questions unanswered (what exactly was the deal with Lucy, for example) and maybe even a tad unrealistic in the sense that all the problems seem to be solved in the end and everybody’s gotten what they want. (Well, besides for Reid. Poor him.)
All in all, I really liked this one and totally recommend it to anyone looking for a thought-provoking read into the minds of gay people, and also how harrowing infertility can be for women.
A 3.5/5.