This is the second of Picoult's that I've read. The first was My Sister's Keeper & I loved it. I thought it was complex & devastating, somber & amusing in all the right places. Reading Lone Wolf, which I was STOKED to read, I felt like I could see every twist coming. What seemed clever and surprising about MSK now just feels like a formula the author uses for possibly all her stories and I am not inclined to pursue any of her other ventures.