Wut

I have GOT to stop reading Jodi Picoult.  Not that I've read a ton of her books, but the process always seems the same: starts out with a fascinating premise, I get totally sucked in despite the unexceptional writing, and when I get to the ending, I want to put the book through a plate glass window because seriously.  Seriously.  Classical operas have way less melodrama than her books.  Yet I keep picking them up again because she writes about genuinely intriguing moral dilemmas and every now and again there are moments of real insight, even if I get the feeling even she's not entirely sure of the point she wants to make.

I should have prefaced that: I just finished Handle With Care and the ending was a double facepalmer.  Can anybody bitch with me?