Wow! Wow! Wow! I just finished Jodi Picoult’s poignant novel Nineteen Minutes. It contains the best opening paragraph: “In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn, color your hair, watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of five. Nineteen minutes is how long it took the Tennessee Titans to sell out tickets to the play-offs. It’s the length of a sitcom, minus the commercials. It’s the driving distance from the Vermont border to the town of Sterling, New Hampshire. In nineteen minutes, you can order a pizza and get it delievered. Youc an read a story to a child or have your oil changed. You can walk a mile. You can sew a hem. In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just jump off of it. In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge.”
Brace yourself for an emotional roller coaster…
I could not agree more. The entire book captured me and took me away. I may just have to read it again.