When It Rains, It Pours


Rachel, Pinsiera, a little girl, is very ill with Leukemia. In "Exposed" by Lisa Scottoline, family and friends deal with all sorts of troubles while doing their best to give all the love possible. These troubles stem from the father, Simon's, job. There is a cover up and those in higher position have a deeper concern for money rather than the stress this father is dealing with while waiting for the right donor for a Bone Marrow and the heavy medical costs. Simon has only one course of action. When he takes that action, all the balls fall to the floor as these White Collar criminals defame his character and fight back.

The author shares what it is like to family and friends stick beside you.These Philadelphians are always there to catch you before you fall. Thank goodness, there are also lawyers who still care about the human condition rather than lining their pockets. It is great to read about two friends, Bennie and Mary, who never betray one another. While the novel does become wild with violent behavior there is always a bond of love and the importance of remembering your strengths from the past.

Unforgettable are characters like Feet, the Grandfather, and, Declan, Bennie's boy friend. Also, the wonderful hospital, CHOP, is there in the background doing what they must for Rachel. My one misgiving is that I expected to spend more time in the hospital room with Rachel rather than with these madmen who caused Feet to totally break down physically.

I suppose it is the way of the world. When money is the high stake, it overshadows the ordinary people on this earth who, it would seem, have suffered enough: The mother and wife has died of an aneurysm. Suffering in their life does not seem to take a breath. Simon could live to see the death of Rachel too.

So, I think Lisa Scottoline looked at reality. No where are we promised a "rose garden" in this life. Neither will we always discover the true values of character around every corner. Life is definitely tough and the good do not always win its battles. https://scottoline.com/

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