What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.
Jodi PicoultEvery year I tell myself that Iโm not going to read any reviews and then I do. Weโre all human and when I read something negative it hurts. I think when you write itโs part of the game, youโre going to get some good reviews and some bad reviews and thatโs how it goes. I donโt write for the reviews.
Jodi Picoult