Well, this is Picoult's debut novel (though not the first of hers that I read). I remember being slightly disappointed the first I read this, but in reading it again, I enjoyed it. On the surface, I like the career of the husband (a marine biologist) and I enjoy the unique structure of the book. I think _Nineteen Minutes_ was more engrossing, but this is more the kind of book that grows on you, though it too is very sad in its own way. I still wish some of the characters were better developed (namely the brother who stands out as creepier and creepier each time I read it). What it stands out the most for is its structure, so as far as writing goes, it does make it one of her better books.