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Lone Wolf. 1. We find out several things about Luke in the Prologue. What characteristics are apparent when he's a young boy that are also quite obvious when. Lone Wolf. Edward Warren, 23, has been living in Thailand for five years, a prodigal son who left his family after an irreparable fight with his father, Luke. But he. adding famed author Jodi Picoult's new book, Lone Wolf, to the and the amount of absurd misinformation about wolves in Lone Wolf,”.
But he gets a frantic phone call: His dad lies comatose in a NH hospital, gravely injured in the same accident that has also injured his younger sister Cara. If we can keep people who have no hope for recovery alive artificially, should they also be allowed to die artificially? For more information on organ donation: www. It is impossible for her to reconcile the still, broken man in the hospital bed with her vibrant, dynamic father. Is he motivated by altruism, or revenge? And to what lengths will his sister go to stop him from making an irrevocable decision? I was sitting next to a neurologist who dealt with these sorts of issues all the time.
Not at all. In researching this book, you learned to howl. Do you ever break out that skill in the mall? If I get drunk enough.
Because Luke had gotten several packs of wolves to accept him as a bona fide member, some people thought he was a genius; some though he was insane.
What was your initial assessment? Did you change your mind? What kind of big brother was Edward to Cara? The policemen have information about the accident. What does the read find out about Cara? Does this change your sympathies concerning Cara? Anyone who has had a loved one in the hospital recognizes the medical jargon and how difficult it is to follow. How do you feel about the interchange between Edward and Dr.
Luke describes in detail his first experience being in an enclosure with wolves. Do you think you could do it? Would you consider it romantic? Why or why not? Luke is an organ donor. Does that help Edward in his decision? Cara states that she knows why Edward left. When Luke went into the wild, Edward had to take care of the finances. Is this fair or right for a 15 year old? At the time, Edward was only fifteen. Why was that kind of responsibility given to Edward?
Should it have been? Was Edward wrong to allow Cara into the wolf area?
Was he being irresponsible? How do you feel about his actions? The family meeting is harrowing to attend and respond to. Have you had to do so? Is he justified in his actions?
Luke realizes the wolf pack is his new family. That seems to be a huge conflict—he has a family already. We know damn well we might be headed for a fall.
Do you agree or disagree with that thinking? Have you done anything knowing you are headed to a fall? How are human families like this? Georgie realizes Cara is reminding her of herself?
What examples show this?
Do you blame her? When Edward drops Cara off at the hospital to see Luke, what amazing thing occurs? How would you react?
But when I came back, I always paled in comparison. Do you agree or disagree? What is the significance of Edward finding and displaying the pictures in which he is included? Who actually wins the permanent guardianship of Luke? Are you surprised? What do the wolves do?
We find out what actually happened on the night of the car crash. Picoult as usual probes intriguing matters of the heart while introducing her fans to subjects they might not otherwise explore. You can always count on Picoult for a terrific page-turner about a compelling subject. Does the family that howls together stay together? This page-turner will keep you wondering.
My dad believed that infiltrating a pack was far more educational than observing, like biologists did. Because of this, some people thought he was a genius. The rest thought he was insane. I had left the house I grew up in — the one my mom lived in, now, with her brand-spanking-new family, because I felt like a fifth wheel. He even slept there, with his wolf family, while I stayed up and flicked through the TV channels. In March, though, that stupid T-Rex roared to an empty theme park.
The only people who stayed on the off-season were my dad, who looked after his wolves, and Louie, a caretaker who covered the rest of the animals.
It felt like a ghost town, so I started hanging out at the enclosures after school -- close enough that Bedagi, the tester wolf, would pace on the other side of the fence, getting used to my scent. In return, my dad told me why he was worried about Mestawe: she was a young female, and instinct only went so far.
The night Mestawe gave birth, she seemed to be doing everything by the book. My father celebrated by opening a bottle of champagne, and letting me drink a glass. I wanted to see the babies, but my father said it would be weeks before they emerged. Even Mestawe would stay in the den for a full week, feeding the pups every two hours. Only two nights later, though, my father shook me awake. She was wandering around, as far from her babies as she could get.
He passed these over to me; I tucked them inside my coat as he pulled out the last two pups. One looked worse off than the other three. I followed my dad to a tool shed that stood behind the trailer.
A blanket I recognized from the trailer — a fluffy red plaid — was inside a small cardboard box. A hot water bottle underneath the blanket made it feel warm and almost like a belly; three of the babies immediately began to snuffle into the pockets of the blanket. The fourth was cold to the touch.
Instead of putting her beside her brothers, I slipped her into my coat again, against my heart. When my father returned, he was holding baby bottles full of ESPlac, which is like formula, but for animals.
Every two hours, we fed the babies. It was an unspoken arrangement: what we were doing here was far more important than anything I could learn in a classroom. On the third day, we named them. My father believed in using indigenous names for indigenous creatures, so all his wolf names came from the Abenaki language.
Nodah, which meant hear me, was the name we gave the biggest of the bunch, a noisy black ball of energy. Kina, or look here, was the troublemaker who got tangled in shoelaces or stuck under the flaps of the cardboard box. And Kita, or listen, hung back and watched us, his eyes never missing a thing.
Their little sister I named Miguen, feather. I sometimes slept on my feet, dozing for a few minutes before I snapped awake again. The whole time, I carried Miguen, until my arms felt empty without her in them.
I begged my father to drive to a vet, to the hospital, to someone who could help. I cried so hard that he bundled the other pups into a box and carried them out to the battered truck he drove. The box sat between us in the front seat and Miguen shivered beneath my coat. I knew the minute it happened; she was lighter in my arms. Like a shell. I started to scream. My father took her away from me and wrapped her in his flannel shirt. I burst into loud sobs.
He smelled of spearmint and snow. Compared to matters like this, of life and death, did it really matter if the dry cleaning was picked up, or if he forgot the date of open-school night? In the wild, my father told me, a mother wolf learns her lessons the hard way. But in captivity, where wolves are bred only once every three or four years, the rules were different. Not only was this book not enjoyable, it was physically painful to read.
It was one of those books that you read pages in, decide you don't really like the book, but feel like you have to finish it just because you've already put so much effort into reading it. To me, it feels like she just didn't have enough time to really get at the heart of the novel.
The characters were underdeveloped, the voices stagnant, and the plot unrealistic. One of my favorite things about reading a novel by Picoult is her use of voice. In this novel however, the voices of each character were so similar as to be indistinguishable from one another. If there weren't names at the beginning of each chapter, I would have said this was a first person omnicient narrator. Furthermore, the plot was at times contrived and at other times wholly unrealistic.
The "surprise" ending was so poorly done that it was truly unbelievable. The only redeeming quality of the book, for me, was the information about wolves.