I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think there are a lot of readers who would like to see reviews that belong in the range of commercial fiction rather than making the blanket assumption that all commercial fiction is unworthy.
Jodi PicoultI imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.
Jodi Picoult[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. โFour hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till weโre out of purgatory for the weekend.โ โMaybe later,โ I murmur, still distracted by the dayโs previous events. โSo, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.โ โHuh?โ I say.
Jodi Picoult