Why would a man who loved his wife - so much that in the quarter century since her death, he hasn't found someone to take her place - why wouldn't he have a record of the life he'd had with her, of the baby they'd made?

Delia Hopkins had led a charmed life. Raised in rural New Hampshire by her widowed father Andrew, she now has a young daughter, a handsome fiancé, and a job she loves, finding missing persons.

But as Delia plans her wedding, she is plagued by flashbacks of a life she can't recall. And then a policeman knocks at her door, and her world fractures into something unrecognisable...

A Hodder paperback, 2005

Varattu kirjan hepanneelle Koivula5:lle :)

As this book wasn't in a hurry, I'll add it to the bookbox I'm mailing to Raahe today and Koivula5 will get it later from taavina :) Happy reading!

Kuriiri täällä hei :)
Mulla näyttäisi olevan tämä sama kirja tuossa rekkaamattomien kasaumassa...

Jodi Picoult! Olen ainakin nuo suomennetut lukenut ja ihmetellyt, miten taitavasti Picoult osaa käsitellä asioita eri ihmisten näkökulmista! Hänen kirjansa ovat aina pistäneet ajattelemaan asioita enemmän kuin "tavallisten" kirjailijoiden teokset. :)
Kiitos, Tarya (ja taavina)!

Reading this aroused some interesting questions, e. g. about our memory. On p. 234: "That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself." It's the same with memories.
Andrew's episodes from the prison made me think "not Andrew next, not Andrew next" :)
Jodi Picoult 👍
Helmet: 22 (kirjassa on epäluotettava kertoja)
Popsugar: 26 (a book with a pun in the title)
Pohjoinen: 24 (vieraskielinen)
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Ylivieskan kirjamessuilla annoin maijulille.

Kiitos kirjasta!