I just finished Jodi Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper.

The last five pages had me sobbing naked in the can (I was going to take a shower but ended up sitting on the toilet half an hour trying to finish the book without soaking it in tears).

To those who’ve read it: I thought the ending was a little dramatic. I mean, c’mon. That is just way too much tragedy for one family, even in Fiction World. If they were Buddhists, they must have had murdered an entire village to have racked up that much bad karma.

That said, this is the first time I’ve cried reading a book. Someone once said that to write something that makes people laugh is hard, but to write something that makes people cry is near impossible (or maybe I said that, ‘coz I can’t remember who the hell said that).

Anyway, whoever said that must not have met me. I will laugh AND cry at anything. I am that flaky.

But man, that is a good book.

Go get it. Don’t walk. CLICK.