my sister's keeper

it's official now. I Hate Jodi Picoult. As much as i love her.

i mean, come on.

My sister's keeper was one of the few books i read ater watching the movie. i must say, the movie is really great, as in a-bucket-o'-tears great. it was really acceptable, really heartwarming. but when i went to the book, i got a shock. it wasn't great.

it was MORE than that.

ok, i know i exaggerate a lot, but really, this is one of the weird circumstances where i'm NOT actually exaggerating. the book begins with Anna's point of view. i must say, this Anna character has a way to say things that seemed insignificant at first, but when you look back at it, it meant a lot. i'd never wonder how babies were born, it's why babies are born. or something like that. when yu get to the middle part of the book, that particular sentnece, statement, whatever, makes more than a lot of sense.

for this first time, i actually prefer the movie to the book. the movie offers much more hope, it lights up with the ending. but the book? i mean, it's not really hopeless, but it's sad hope. sad sad sad hopes. i mean, yeah, it's the book title, the sister's supposed to keep the sister safe, and that's why she was born. but that doesn't mean she's not human. she feels, she thinks. but in the book, that doesn't count. that's what she is, just a sister's keeper.

the book's kinda sad. hell, it's tragic. i mean, sometimes, really, you've gotta just acept fate as it is. easier said than done, i know. but, compared to the book, i'd prefer the movie's ending. after all, it's fate. it's already been decided, as far as decided goes. the sick leaves, the healthy goes on with their life. it's... understandable. but the book?! gosh it has to make the healthy, the innocent, the kind ones die off and let the destined-to-die one live on. worse, it concludes the thing with this--i guess someone has to go, but she'd gone in my place. or something like it. i'm kinda lazy to refer to the book right now. why does this Picoult lady always HAVE to make the innocent suffer from the mistakes of the adults, the ones that think they know what's best?

i kinda feel that it connects to al of us. one thing that's obvious is to accept fate, and let go when it's time to let go. it doesn't go anywhere if you're obsessed on changing fate. sometimes, it's just, fate. destiny.

another thing, which i know most teens agress with me, and most adults don't, but come on, sometimes adults don't know what's best. like in the book. Sara keeps thinking that saving Kate is the right thing for the whole family to do, but look where they ended up. Anna died trying to free Kate from her mother mistake. sometimes, we might be wrong. sometimes, we can't know everything. and sometimes, we just gotta, you know, listen. Adults can be wrong, they might not know what's best for us. after all, it's their first time as an adult. but i'm not saying that we shouldn't listen to them AT ALL. after all, they've been in this world longer, they've seen much more than us, and --i have to admit-- sometimes, they know beter. but that doesn't mean that they know everything. sometimes they think they know, but they don't. they can't know everything that's rolling in our minds, and sometimes, when they're wrong, we must tell them, and hope that they'll listen.