This is a sad sad story about a family with three kids; one has lukemia, one's a delinquent and the last one they had for spare parts for the sick one.
The book is about what happens when the spare parts kid doesn't want to be spare parts and sues her parents. There's a love story on the side, it involves an epileptic lawyer and his high school sweetheart.
The twist is the parts kid didn't mind being parts. Her sick sister puts her up to it because she's sick of being....sick.
Spare Parts wins her law suit and wins the right to determine if her sister can keep getting her white bloodcells, organs, etc. THEN on the way to the hospital to donate the liver without which her sister cannot live, she is killed in a car crash.
Her sister gets the parts and lives and is in remission.
WHAT A COP OUT.
Modern fiction is just like the work world....everyone is always copping out on something. Nobody wants to responsible for anything, which for a writer is really lame-city. I don't like living in a culture of non-responsibility, because I WANT to be responsible for something.
Anyway, I'm sure Oprah liked the book; I thought it was entertaining and well-written. Even thought-provoking and downright enjoyable in the middle...but the ending? Give me breaks.
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