I just read Jodi Picoult's Change of Heart. It's full of paradoxes. Her main character is sentenced to death for killing a little girl and a cop but then when he's in prison he starts performing miracles and he is beleived by some to be Jesus. All the while he's trying to get permission to donate his heart to the sister of the girl who as it turns out was killed during a fight with her father, the cop because he caught the father molesting the girl and he went for the gun and she got shot and then the main character did kill the father. Finally, he quotes to his spiritual advisor (who was on the jury that convicted him) supposedly ancient texts that aren't in the bible today called the gospel of Thomas but his miracles start going wrong. So, he gets executed, the girl gets the heart and then he "appears" to his spiritual advisor in the form of a photo of the advisor and his grandfather that was stolen from him before the trial and it was wrapped in a page that contained the gospel of Thomas. We hear from the girl with the heart at the end of the book and then while she's talking she realizes that her dog is dead. She picks his cold body up and screams "NO!, NO!" and her mother runs upstairs to see why she's yelling and the dog is back from the dead.
Reading this book reminds me of when I was giving birth to Maggie. The doctor gave me all kinds of drugs to "stop the pain" but all they did was get me fucked up. So I realized that the drugs the nuses gave me and all the twists in this book that the author provides are all just to keep you quiet/or busy while they do what they need to do.
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