Small Great Things review

True confession: The reason we don’t talk about race is because we do not speak a common language.

‘Small great things’ by Jodi Picoult is a story about an African-American delivery nurse, Ruth Jefferson, who is charged with the murder of Turk and Brittany Bauer’s newborn son.


It is a story filled with lessons to be learned, with the perspective of a deeper understanding of the judicial system’s racial prejudice.

The one thing that I did not expect when I bought this book was the feeling of guilt that I felt once I have finished it.  We live in a world where the racial discrimination is done in plain sight and people are no longer ashamed of hiding it. I consider myself to be a person that doesn’t judge people by their skin colour or religion, beliefs or sexual orientation; but now that I finished Picoult’s book, I cannot help but ask myself if that is entirely true.

This book is written from different POV’s, just as I am used to with Jodi Picoult’s style, and the narrative is constructed in a way that connects entirely the different emotional levels onto which the story unfolds.

I have to say, although at first Ruth was my favourite character and I rooted for her every moment of the story; my perspective changed slowly. I think that Kennedy McQuarie, Ruth’s defendant is a perfect example of why it’s so hard challenging problematic for some of us to sometimes understand what people of colour have to deal with on a day to day basis.  One of my favourite quotes from the book is (bear with me, it’s quite long):

Most of us think the word racism is synonymous with the word prejudice. But racism is more than just discrimination based on skin colour. It’s also about who has institutional power. Just as racism creates disadvantages for people of colour that makes success harder to achieve, it also gives advantages to white people that make success easier to achieve. It’s hard to see those advantages, much less own up to them.

This book is a page-turner, but it’s also a book I found hard to read. Not because the language and style used were foreign to me, but because of the issue tackled.  Reading about the white supremacist couple and how they perceived race made me sick to my stomach, but also made my heart beat stronger and stronger. It’s sad to think that we live in a world where these people still exist.


I’m not going to tell you line by line about what happens in the book, but I am going to tell you this. ‘Small Great Things’ is an eye opener; it is a book that makes you question your moral beliefs and your perception of the world, and also, probably will bring a tear to your eyes.

Pride is an evil dragon; it sleeps underneath your heart and then roars when you need silence.

You can buy the book here.

Have you read ‘Small Great Things’? What did you think of it?



Csilla x

Labelling and questioning: is society doing the right thing?

Staying always positive is not easy.

Our personalities and thoughts are making us sometimes question even the daily routine – early mornings, hard works, home chores – it’s hard to always keep a positive perspective towards everything.  Having a discussion with one my closest friends today, I have realised one thing: I spent way too much time lately being negative.

People will always have something to say about somebody else: criticising their style, talking about love-life, making fun or even empathising with others’ feelings. However, I wonder , what does that makes us as human beings?

Are we flawless? No, we’re not.

We’re functional beings that always want the best from the future, always contemplating about positive outcomes, and most of the time – I have to admit it – doing every effort to adhere to the fulfilment of those outcomes. But now, looking at some of my friends, I realise that some worry too much about society’s opinions, about the tags and labels we’ve been given.

Someone at work just said today: “Why did you dress up? Are you going somewhere special?” And then I just realised that I don’t need to give any explanation to anyone.

And no, I wasn’t dressed up because I was going somewhere special, I just wore something nicer from my wardrobe because I felt like it. Simple as that.

I don’t need to dress up to impress, I dress up to feel positive and nice.

Women are like that.They like wearing accessories, nice dresses and fancy shoes. It’s the society that teaches us that we must always stay beautiful, always to be at our best. But maybe we don’t have to. Maybe we put on something nice just for ourselves, or maybe some days we don’t feel like doing anything. If you feel comfortable in your own skin and wearing something that says that, everyone will notice. People will start smiling more at you, because you smile more often and so on.

I think that people that say ugly things about others have a darkened soul as well; there’s no mistake in that. Building confidence always relies on the structure of the soul. There are people with beautiful and innocents spirits that haven’t been altered by evil thoughts and they sparkle in the everyday life, next to us, without being a label to the society. And then, there are the other people. Those who have a beautiful soul but they let the society taint it and let it become corrupt.

It is a sad reality and unfortunately, most people don’t realise this.

You just have to be yourself, believe in your own strength and just look brightly to the future. Taking on labels and making decisions based on what other people say will just make you question your position everywhere in life and will weaken your personality.

Always step up for yourself, speak proudly and be nice to others, there’s no losing in that!

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Until next time,

Yours truly. x