In brief, Mercy is the story of love and the lengths people are willing to go for it. However, I did have some emotions after reading Mercy by Jodi Picoult. I almost never hate myself after reading a novel.
It’s kind of like a soap opera, but probably a better use of my time than watching an actual soap opera, and more satisfying since I can take the descriptions the author provides and imagine my own characters and scenes rather than watch some too-pretty people prance around for an hour and then hate myself for the next three. Sometimes when I read I just want to get into a story, follow some characters around, and not really aim to learn anything. Call it chick-lit if you want, but if it’s a good, thick book with a rather neutral cover, no one has to know what’s inside it.
Occasionally, I like to read something easy, a “beach read” if you will, just for fun and pleasure.
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