I know

It's breath-taking how wonderful knowing is.

There's just such beauty and a feeling of wholeness, of completion it brings. Knowing brings with it, sometimes, a part that should be in you that you never knew existed or something you never knew you needed. I just wanted to find this meaning. The reason for something horribly, horridly, hideously beautiful which would completely make it such a glorious, crystal-clear, piercing, pure ray of light.

You see, Jodi Picoult's books (well, mostly those that I've read, which is just around 3? And from the very first page, they've pulled me in. She writes with such elegance. It's just beautiful.) have such strength that it just hooks you and make you realize that there is something beautiful in the simplest things. She writes with such beauty--I'm sorry if I'm saying that word too much. But, truly, it's the only word fit to describe her writing. She took art to the next level.--and brings relevance to the simplest of things. She makes you feel. Her characters are so real. (That rhymed. LOL...This ain't no poem.) She writes about the daily things we do and makes them new. (I can her CLE classes now. Jesus makes all things new.)She pulls you out of being a jaded being.

But, I am digressing.

Back to her characters, they're just so real. So when something so atrocious happens to them, it's hard not to cringe. And well, most of her characters deal with sadness, pain, sorrow, loss, and disagreement. That's the great paradox I experience in her writing. I'm so hooked to it, literally pulled into each character's story, yet at the same time, I'm so affected with all the pain they undergo that it depresses me too. And sometimes, her stories don't end fairytalesque. People get hurt, suffer, and die in her stories. That's why I wanted to find the reason behind all the suffering.

I asked, "What is J.P. trying to convey through her stories?". Or maybe more appropriately, "What is her story trying to get across?"

And for once, my epiphany occurred just now, while I'm not held up by anything, without any other distraction, within reach of my PC.

And you know what my brain told me?

Well, see. I was caressing my new Jodi Picoult book--it's hardbound(Yes, I just have to brag about that. It's not often I get a hardbound copy of a book I've been looking for for some time for 200 bucks. AND, that's in peso. And supposedly, it's one of her greatest works. A reliable friend of mine told me so.)--when I realized it. I knew the reason.


The HARDBOUND book I was caressing.
Jodi Picoult--or her stories--is(are) conveying us the beauty of each story happening since time immemorial, happening as we speak, and that is on the verge of becoming one. They teach us that each person has a story to tell. And each story is just as important as the other.

She delivers us the beauty of each story, and the purest form of the art of writing.