Or does best-selling novelist Jodi Picoult, as usual, have an uncanny sense of good timing?
Her new novel, a cri de coeur for gay rights and gay marriage, arrives in stores a week after the administration declared that the Defense of Marriage Act, which bars federal recognition of same-sex marriages, is unconstitutional.
That of course has fired up the culture wars, which brings us back to the provocative Picoult, who’s never met a hot-button issue she wasn’t dying to push.
And she’s not shy about what side she’s on this time.
Picoult (who, for those who want to know, is married to a man and has three children) may have an agenda, but she has written an immensely entertaining melodrama with crackerjack dialogue that kept me happily indoors for an entire weekend.
Picoult knows how to tell a killer story, even if she has a Lifetime movie tendency to throw in groan-inducing curveballs to keep the plot churning. Who cares? We have a great time watching her wind up and hurl hardballs