Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult
Jodi Lynn Picoultis an American author. She was awarded the New England Bookseller Award for fiction in 2003. Picoult currently has approximately 14 million copies of her books in print worldwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth19 May 1966
CountryUnited States of America
kids thinking brain
When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you are born with, and eventually lose...Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult...is only a slow sewing it shut.
inspirational funny parenting
We're [parents]) always bluffing, pretending we know best, when most of the time we're just praying we won't screw up too badly.
wonder adverbs frank
Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.
stars sky people
eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you
perfect next life-is
You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.
invisibility looks can-not
When you can not find someone, it is because you've been misdirected to look elsewhere
hurt fall eye
Nathaniel closes his eyes and jumps, his arms glued to his sides like that fly's. He doesn't try to break his fall, just hits hard, because it hurts less than everything else.
hands faces sides
You saved me," I said. Nathaniel put his hands on either side of my face. "I had to," he said. "So you could save me back.
want my-sisters-keeper stable
Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.
heaven age
Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?
zebras elephants white
I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.
betrayal forgiving stones
Betrayal was a stone beneath a mattress of thr bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
morning mistake fall
Mistakes are something that happen by accident. You didn't walk out the door one morning and fall into some guy's bed. You thought about it, for a while. You made that choice.
powerful believe path
But as he grew older, he learned that a word was a powerful thing. An insult didn't have to be shouted to bleed; a vow didn't have to be whispered to make you believe. Hold a thought in your head, and that was enough to change the actions of anyone and anything that crossed your path.