Jodi Picoult
In 2007, Jodi Picoult published Nineteen Minutes, a work that the available record lists among her notable titles.
Born on May 19, 1966, in Nesconset, New York, Picoult is a United States citizen who writes in English. She studied at Princeton University and later at Harvard University, and she also attended the Harvard Graduate School of Education. That combination of institutions gave her a formal grounding in both literary and educational fields before she moved into her professional life.
Over the course of her career, Picoult has held several occupational roles: writer, novelist, editor, teacher, and primary school teacher. The record doesn't fix a strict sequence to those roles, and it's possible she moved between the classroom and the page at different points rather than leaving one behind for the other. What the record does make clear is that her professional identity has encompassed both the creation of fiction and work in educational settings, and that she has produced a body of work substantial enough to carry an authorized cataloging label.
The Library of Congress lists her under the authorized label "Picoult, Jodi, 1966-," a designation that places her within the formal systems used to organize and preserve published work. Nineteen Minutes is identified within that body of work as a notable title, and it remains the specific work the available record singles out from her output.
Quotes by Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult's insights on:
Cool and nonchalant, like none of this mattered anyway. Is that what guys really wanted? Or was it just what the girls thought the guys wanted
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood – finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.
In reality, you don't ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.
People don't just disappear. There's always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There's always a loose thread that starts to unravel.
I think that ordinary people who are placed in extraordinary circumstances find themselves pushed beyond their limits, and learn new truths about themselves.
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that the're not.