Let’s just start off by saying that Jodi Picoult isn’t my favorite author, but sometimes she makes you think, and sometimes, she can put both sides of an argument on the table in a narrative form that can be somewhat entertaining.   Picoult is sort of a guilty pleasure for me, except I rarely enjoy it, and Perfect Match was no exception.  While it is meant to be a gripping and tense narrative about the explosion of lives after the molestation of a small boy in a small town and somewhat more importantly, the self-examination of a working mother after […]