Change of Heart

Change of Heart

by Jodi Picoult


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ISBN-13: 9780743496759
Publisher: Washington Square Press
Publication date: 12/02/2008
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 52,590
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Jodi Picoult received an AB in creative writing from Princeton and a master’s degree in education from Harvard. The recipient of the 2003 New England Book Award for her entire body of work, she is the author of twenty-six novels, including the #1 New York Times bestsellers House Rules, Handle With Care, Change of Heart, and My Sister’s Keeper, for which she received the American Library Association’s Margaret Alexander Edwards Award. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and three children. Visit her website at


Hanover, New Hampshire

Date of Birth:

May 19, 1966

Place of Birth:

Nesconset, Long Island, NY


A.B. in Creative Writing, Princeton University; M.A. in Education, Harvard University

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In the beginning, I believed in second chances. How else could I account for the fact that years ago, right after the accident -- when the smoke cleared and the car had stopped tumbling end over end to rest upside down in a ditch -- I was still alive; I could hear Elizabeth, my little girl, crying? The police officer who had pulled me out of the car rode with me to the hospital to have my broken leg set, with Elizabeth -- completely unhurt, a miracle -- sitting on his lap the whole time. He'd held my hand when I was taken to identify my husband Jack's body. He came to the funeral. He showed up at my door to personally inform me when the drunk driver who ran us off the road was arrested.

The policeman's name was Kurt Nealon. Long after the trial and the conviction, he kept coming around just to make sure that Elizabeth and I were all right. He brought toys for her birthday and Christmas. He fixed the clogged drain in the upstairs bathroom. He came over after he was off duty to mow the savannah that had once been our lawn.

I had married Jack because he was the love of my life; I had planned to be with him forever. But that was before the definition of forever was changed by a man with a blood alcohol level of .22.

I was surprised that Kurt seemed to understand that you might never love someone as hard as you had the first time you'd fallen; I was even more surprised to learn that maybe you could.

Five years later, when Kurt and I found out we were going to have a baby, I almost regretted it -- the same way you stand beneath a perfect blue sky on the most glorious day of the summer and admit to yourself that all moments from here on in couldn't possibly measure up. Elizabeth had been two when Jack died; Kurt was the only father she'd ever known. They had a connection so special it sometimes made me feel I should turn away, that I was intruding. If Elizabeth was the princess, then Kurt was her knight.

The imminent arrival of this little sister (how strange is it that none of us ever imagined the new baby could be anything but a girl?) energized Kurt and Elizabeth to fever pitch. Elizabeth drew elaborate sketches of what the baby's room should look like. Kurt hired a contractor to build the addition. But then the builder's mother had a stroke and he had to move unexpectedly to Florida; none of the other crews had time to fit our job into their schedules before the baby's birth. We had a hole in our wall and rain leaking through the attic ceiling; mildew grew on the soles of our shoes.

When I was seven months pregnant, I came downstairs to find Elizabeth playing in a pile of leaves that had blown past the plastic sheeting into the living room. I was deciding between crying and raking my carpet when the doorbell rang.

He was holding a canvas roll that contained his tools, something that never left his possession, like another man might tote around his wallet. His hair brushed his shoulders and was knotted. His clothes were filthy and he smelled of snow -- although it wasn't the right season. Shay Bourne arrived, unexpected, like a flyer from a summer carnival that blusters in on a winter wind, making you wonder just where it's been hiding all this time.

He had trouble speaking -- the words tangled, and he had to stop and unravel them before he could say what he needed to say. "I want to..." he began, and then started over: "Do you, is there, because..." The effort made a fine sweat break out on his forehead. "Is there anything I can do?" he finally managed, as Elizabeth came running toward the front door.

You can leave, I thought. I started to close the door, instinctively protecting my daughter. "I don't think so..."

Elizabeth slipped her hand into mine and blinked up at him. "There's a lot that needs to be fixed," she said.

He got down to his knees then and spoke to my daughter easily -- words that had been full of angles and edges for him a minute before now flowed like a waterfall. "I can help," he replied.

Kurt was always saying people are never who you think they are, that it was necessary to get a complete background check on a person before you made any promises. I'd tell him he was being too suspicious, too much the cop. After all, I had let Kurt himself into my life simply because he had kind eyes and a good heart, and even he couldn't argue with the results.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Shay. Shay Bourne."

"You're hired, Mr. Bourne," I said, the beginning of the end.



Shay Bourne was nothing like I expected.

I had prepared myself for a hulking brute of a man, one with hammy fists and no neck and eyes narrowed into slits. This was, after all, the crime of the century -- a double murder that had captured the attention of people from Nashua to Dixville Notch; a crime that seemed all the worse because of its victims: a little girl, and a police officer who happened to be her stepfather. It was the kind of crime that made you wonder if you were safe in your own house, if the people you trusted could turn on you at any moment -- and maybe because of this, New Hampshire prosecutors sought the death penalty for the first time in fifty-eight years.

Given the media blitz, there was talk of whether twelve jurors who hadn't formed a reaction to this crime could even be found, but they managed to locate us. They unearthed me in a study carrel at UNH, where I was writing a senior honors thesis in mathematics. I hadn't had a decent meal in a month, much less read a newspaper -- and so I was the perfect candidate for Shay Bourne's capital murder case.

The first time we filed out of our holding pen -- a small room in the superior courthouse that would begin to feel as familiar as my apartment -- I thought maybe some bailiff had let us into the wrong courtroom. This defendant was small and delicately proportioned -- the kind of guy who grew up being the punch line to high school jokes. He wore a tweed jacket that swallowed him whole, and the knot of his necktie squared away from him at the perpendicular, as if it were being magnetically repelled. His cuffed hands curled in his lap like small animals; his hair was shaved nearly to the skull. He stared down at his lap, even when the judge spoke his name and it hissed through the room like steam from a radiator.

The judge and the lawyers were taking care of housekeeping details when the fly came in. I noticed this for two reasons: in March, you don't see many flies in New Hampshire, and I wondered how you went about swatting one away from you when you were handcuffed and chained at the waist. Shay Bourne stared at the insect when it paused on the legal pad in front of him, and then in a jangle of metal, he raised his bound hands and crashed them down on the table to kill it.

Or so I thought, until he turned his palms upward, his fingers opened one petal at a time, and the insect went zipping off to bother someone else.

In that instant, he glanced at me, and I realized two things:

1. He was terrified.
2. He was approximately the same age that I was.

This double murderer, this monster, looked like the water polo team captain who had sat next to me in an economics seminar last semester. He resembled the deliveryman from the pizza place that had a thin crust, the kind I liked. He even reminded me of the boy I'd seen walking in the snow on my way to court, the one I'd rolled down my window for and asked if he wanted a ride. In other words, he didn't look the way I figured a killer would look, if I ever ran across one. He could have been any other kid in his twenties. He could have been me.

Except for the fact that he was ten feet away, chained at the wrists and ankles. And it was my job to decide whether or not he deserved to live.

• *

A month later, I could tell you that serving on a jury is nothing like you see on TV. There was a lot of being paraded back and forth between the courtroom and the jury room; there was bad food from a local deli for lunch; there were lawyers who liked to hear themselves talk, and trust me, the DAs were never as hot as the girl on Law & Order: SVU. Even after four weeks, coming into this courtroom felt like landing in a foreign country without a guidebook...and yet, I couldn't plead ignorant just because I was a tourist. I was expected to speak the language fluently.

Part one of the trial was finished: we had convicted Bourne. The prosecution presented a mountain of evidence proving Kurt Nealon had been shot in the line of duty, attempting to arrest Shay Bourne after he'd found him with his stepdaughter, her underwear in Bourne's pocket. June Nealon had come home from her OB appointment to find her husband and daughter dead. The feeble argument offered up by the defense -- that Kurt had misunderstood a verbally paralyzed Bourne; that the gun had gone off by accident -- didn't hold a candle to the overwhelming evidence presented by the prosecution. Even worse, Bourne never took the stand on his own behalf -- which could have been because of his poor language skills...or because he was not only guilty as sin but such a wild card that his own attorneys didn't trust him.

We were now nearly finished with part two of the trial -- the sentencing phase -- or in other words, the part that separated this trial from every other criminal murder trial for the past half century in New Hampshire. Now that we knew Bourne had committed the crime, did he deserve the death penalty?

This part was a little like a Reader's Digest condensed version of the first one. The prosecution gave a recap of evidence presented during the criminal trial; and then the defense got a chance to garner sympathy for a murderer. We learned that Bourne had been bounced around the foster care system. That when he was sixteen, he set a fire in his foster home and spent two years in a juvenile detention facility. He had untreated bipolar disorder, central auditory processing disorder, an inability to deal with sensory overload, and difficulties with reading, writing, and language skills.

We heard all this from witnesses, though. Once again, Shay Bourne never took the stand to beg us for mercy.

Now, during closing arguments, I watched the prosecutor smooth down his striped tie and walk forward. One big difference between a regular trial and the sentencing phase of a capital punishment trial is who gets the last word in edgewise. I didn't know this myself, but Maureen -- a really sweet older juror I was crushing on, in a wish-you-were-my-grandma kind of way -- didn't miss a single Law & Order episode, and had practically earned her JD via Barcalounger as a result. In most trials, when it was time for closing arguments, the prosecution spoke that whatever they said was still buzzing in your head when you went back to the jury room to deliberate. In a capital punishment sentencing phase, though, the prosecution went first, and then the defense got that final chance to change your mind.

Because, after all, it really was a matter of life or death.

He stopped in front of the jury box. "It's been fifty-eight years in the history of the state of New Hampshire since a member of my office has had to ask a jury to make a decision as difficult and as serious as the one you twelve citizens are going to have to make. This is not a decision that any of us takes lightly, but it is a decision that the facts in this case merit, and it is a decision that must be made in order to do justice to the memories of Kurt Nealon and Elizabeth Nealon, whose lives were taken in such a tragic and despicable manner."

He took a huge, eleven-by-fourteen photo of Elizabeth Nealon and held it up right in front of me. Elizabeth had been one of those little girls who seem to be made out of something lighter than flesh, with their filly legs and their moonlight hair; the ones you think would float off the jungle gym if not for the weight of their sneakers. But this photo had been taken after she was shot. Blood splattered her face and matted her hair; her eyes were still wide open. Her dress, hiked up when she had fallen, showed that she was naked from the waist down. "Elizabeth Nealon will never learn how to do long division, or how to ride a horse, or do a back handspring. She'll never go to sleepaway camp or her junior prom or high school graduation. She'll never try on her first pair of high heels or experience her first kiss. She'll never bring a boy home to meet her mother; she'll never be walked down a wedding aisle by her stepfather; she'll never get to know her sister, Claire. She will miss all of these moments, and a thousand more -- not because of a tragedy like a car accident or childhood leukemia -- but because Shay Bourne made the decision that she didn't deserve any of these things."

He then took another photo out from behind Elizabeth's and held it up. Kurt Nealon had been shot in the stomach. His blue uniform shirt was purpled with his blood, and Elizabeth's. During the trial we'd heard that when the paramedics reached him, he wouldn't let go of Elizabeth, even as he was bleeding out. "Shay Bourne didn't stop at ending Elizabeth's life. He took Kurt Nealon's life, as well. And he didn't just take away Claire's father and June's husband -- he took away Officer Kurt Nealon of the Lynley Police. He took away the coach of the Grafton County championship Little League team. He took away the founder of Bike Safety Day at Lynley Elementary School. Shay Bourne took away a public servant who, at the time of his death, was not just protecting his daughter...but protecting a citizen, and a community. A community that includes each and every one of you."

The prosecutor placed the photos facedown on the table. "There's a reason that New Hampshire hasn't used the death penalty for fifty-eight years, ladies and gentlemen. That's because, in spite of the many cases that come through our doors, we hadn't seen one that merited that sentence. However, by the same token, there's a reason why the good people of this state have reserved the option to use the death penalty...instead of overturning the capital punishment statute, as so many other states have done. And that reason is sitting in this courtroom today."

My gaze followed the prosecutor's, coming to rest on Shay Bourne. "If any case in the past fifty-eight years has ever cried out for the ultimate punishment to be imposed," the attorney said, "this is it."

College is a bubble. You enter it for four years and forget there is a real world outside of your paper deadlines and midterm exams and beer-pong championships. You don't read the newspaper -- you read textbooks. You don't watch the news -- you watch Letterman. But even so, bits and snatches of the universe manage to leak in: a mother who locked her children in a car and let it roll into a lake to drown them; an estranged husband who shot his wife in front of their kids; a serial rapist who kept a teenager tied up in a basement for a month before he slit her throat. The murders of Kurt and Elizabeth Nealon were horrible, sure -- but were the others any less horrible?

Shay Bourne's attorney stood up. "You've found my client guilty of two counts of capital murder, and he's not contesting that. We accept your verdict; we respect your verdict. At this point in time, however, the state is asking you to wrap up this case -- one that involves the death of two people -- by taking the life of a third person."

I felt a bead of sweat run down the valley between my shoulder blades.

"You're not going to make anyone safer by killing Shay Bourne. Even if you decide not to execute him, he's not going anywhere. He'll be serving two life sentences without parole." He put his hand on Bourne's shoulder. "You've heard about Shay Bourne's childhood. Where was he supposed to learn what all the rest of you had a chance to learn from your families? Where was he supposed to learn right from wrong, good from bad? For that matter, where was he even supposed to learn his colors and his numbers? Who was supposed to read him bedtime stories, like Elizabeth Nealon's parents had?"

The attorney walked toward us. "You've heard that Shay Bourne has bipolar disorder, which was going untreated. You heard that he suffers from learning disabilities, so tasks that are simple for us become unbelievably frustrating for him. You've heard how hard it is for him to communicate his thoughts. These all contributed to Shay making poor choices -- which you agreed with, beyond a reasonable doubt." He looked at each of us in turn. "Shay Bourne made poor choices," the attorney said. "But don't compound that by making one of your own."


It was up to the jury. Again.

It's a strange thing, putting justice in the hands of twelve strangers. I had spent most of the sentencing phase of the trial watching their faces. There were a few mothers; I would catch their eye and smile at them when I could. A few men who looked like maybe they'd been in the military. And the boy, the one who barely looked old enough to shave, much less make the right decision.

I wanted to sit down with each and every one of them. I wanted to show them the note Kurt had written me after our first official date. I wanted them to touch the soft cotton cap that Elizabeth had worn home from the hospital as a newborn. I wanted to play them the answering machine message that still had their voices on it, the one I couldn't bear to erase, even though it felt like I was being cut to ribbons every time I heard it. I wanted to take them on a field trip to see Elizabeth's bedroom, with its Tinker Bell night-light and dress-up clothes; I wanted them to bury their faces in Kurt's pillow, breathe him in. I wanted them to live my life, because that was the only way they'd really know what had been lost.

That night after the closing arguments, I nursed Claire in the middle of the night and then fell asleep with her in my arms. But I dreamed that she was upstairs, distant, and crying. I climbed the stairs to the nursery, the one that still smelled of virgin wood and drying paint, and opened the door. "I'm coming," I said, and I crossed the threshold only to realize that the room had never been built, that I had no baby, that I was falling through the air.


Only certain people wind up on a jury for a trial like this. Mothers who have kids to take care of, the accountants with deadlines, doctors attending conferences -- they all get excused. What's left are retired folks, housewives, disabled folks, and students like me, because none of us have to be any particular place at any particular time.

Ted, our foreman, was an older man who reminded me of my grandfather. Not in the way he looked or even the way he spoke, but because of the gift he had of making us measure up to a task. My grandfather had been like that, too -- you wanted to be your best around him, not because he demanded it, but because there was nothing like that grin when you knew you'd impressed him.

My grandfather was the reason I'd been picked for this jury. Even though I had no personal experience with murder, I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it -- and for that simple reason alone, I understood more about June Nealon than she ever would have guessed. This past winter, four years after my grandfather's death, someone had broken into my dorm and stolen my computer, my bike, and the only picture I had of my grandfather and me together. The thief left behind the sterling silver frame, but when I'd reported the theft to the cops, it was the loss of that photograph that hurt the most.

Ted waited for Maureen to reapply her lipstick, for Jack to go to the bathroom, for everyone to take a moment for themselves before we settled down to the task of acting as a unified body. Well," he said, flattening his hands on the conference table. "I suppose we should just get down to business."

As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.

"I'm just gonna come right out and say it." Vy sighed. "I really have no idea what the judge told us we need to do."

At the start of the testimony, the judge had given us nearly an hour's worth of verbal instructions. I figured there'd be a handout, too, but I'd figured wrong. "I can explain it," I said. "It's kind of like a Chinese food menu. There's a whole checklist of things that make a crime punishable by death. Basically, we have to find one from column A, and one or more from column B...for each of the murders to qualify for the death penalty. If we check off one from column A, but none from column B...then the court automatically sentences him to life without parole."

"I don't understand what's in column A or B," Maureen said.

"I never liked Chinese food," Mark added.

I stood up in front of the white board and picked up a dry-erase marker. COLUMN A, I wrote. PURPOSE. "The first thing we have to decide is whether or not Bourne meant to kill each victim." I turned to everyone else. "I guess we've pretty much answered that already by convicting him of murder."

COLUMN B "Here's where it gets trickier. There are a whole bunch of factors on this list."

I began to read from the jumbled notes I'd taken during the judge's instructions:

Defendant has already been convicted of murder once before.
Defendant has been convicted of two or more different offenses for which he's served imprisonment for more than a year -- a three-strikes rule.
Defendant has been convicted of two or more offenses involving distribution of drugs.
In the middle of the capital murder, the defendant risked the death of someone in addition to the victims.
The defendant committed the offense after planning and premeditation.
The victim was vulnerable due to old age, youth, infirmity.
The defendant committed the offense in a particularly heinous, cruel, or depraved manner that involved torture or physical abuse to the victim.
The murder was committed for the purpose of avoiding lawful arrest.

Ted stared at the board as I wrote down what I could remember. "So if we find one from column A, and one from column B, we have to sentence him to death?"

"No," I said. "Because there's also a column C."

MITIGATING FACTORS, I wrote. "These are the reasons the defense gave as excuses."

Defendant's capacity to appreciate what he was doing was wrong, or illegal, was impaired.
Defendant was under unusual and substantial duress.
Defendant is punishable as an accomplice in the offense which was committed by another.
Defendant was young, although not under the age of 18.
Defendant did not have a significant prior criminal record.
Defendant committed the offense under severe mental or emotional disturbance.
Another defendant equally culpable will not be punished by death.
Victim consented to the criminal conduct that resulted in death.
Other factors in the defendant's background mitigate against the death sentence.

Underneath the columns, I wrote, in large red letters: (A + B)-C = SENTENCE.

Marilyn threw up her hands. "I stopped helping my son with math homework in sixth grade."

"No, it's easy," I said. "We need to agree that Bourne intended to kill each victim when he picked up that gun. That's column A. Then we need to see whether any other aggravating factor fits from column B. Like, the youth of the victim -- that works for Elizabeth, right?"

Around the table, people nodded.

"If we've got A and B, then we take into account the foster care, the mental illness, stuff like that. It's just simple math. If A + B is greater than all the things the defense said, we sentence him to death. If A + B is less than all the things the defense said, then we don't." I circled the equation. "We just need to see how things add up."

Put that way, it hardly had anything to do with us. It was just plugging in variables and seeing what answer we got. Put that way, it was a much easier task to perform.

1:12 P.M.

"Of course Bourne planned it," Jack said. "He got a job with them so that he'd be near the girl. He picked this family on purpose, and had access to the house."

"He'd gone home for the day," Jim said. "Why else would he come back, if he didn't need to be there?"

"The tools," Maureen answered. "He left them behind, and they were his prized possessions. Remember what that shrink said? Bourne stole them out of other people's garages, and didn't understand why that was wrong, since he needed them, and they were pretty much just gathering dust otherwise."

"Maybe he left them behind on purpose," Ted suggested. "If they were really so precious, wouldn't he have taken them with him?"

There was a general assent. "Do we agree that there was substantial planning involved?" Ted asked. "Let's see a show of hands."

Half the room, myself included, raised our hands. Another few people slowly raised theirs, too. Maureen was the last, but the minute she did, I circled that factor on the white board.

"That's two from column B," Ted said.

"Speaking of which...where's lunch?" Jack asked. "Don't they usually bring it by now?"

Did he really want to eat? What did you order off a deli menu when you were in the process of deciding whether to end a man's life?

Marilyn sighed. "I think we ought to talk about the fact that this poor girl was found without her underpants on."

"I don't think we can," Maureen said. "Remember when we were deliberating over the verdict, and we asked the judge about Elizabeth being molested? He said then that since it wasn't being charged, we couldn't use it to find him guilty. If we couldn't bring it up then, how can we bring it up now?"

"This is different," Vy said. "He's already guilty."

"The man was going to rape that little girl," Marilyn said. "That counts as cruel and heinous behavior to me."

"You know, there wasn't any evidence that that's what was happening," Mark said.

Marilyn raised an eyebrow. "Hello?! The girl was found without her panties. Seven-year-olds don't go running around without their panties. Plus, Bourne had the underwear in his pocket...what else would he be doing with them?"

"Does it even matter? We already agree that Elizabeth was young when she was killed. We don't need any more from column B." Maureen frowned. "I think I'm confused."

Alison, a doctor's wife who hadn't said much during the original deliberations, glanced at her. "When I get confused, I think about that officer who testified, the one who said that he heard the little girl screaming when he was running up the stairs. Don't shoot -- she was begging. She begged for her life." Alison sighed. "That sort of makes it simple again, doesn't it?"

As we all fell quiet, Ted asked for a show of hands in favor of the execution of Shay Bourne.

"No," I said. "We still have the rest of the equation to figure out." I pointed to column C. "We have to consider what the defense said."

"The only thing I want to consider right now is where is my lunch," Jack said.

The vote was 8-4, and I was in the minority.

3:06 P.M.

I looked around the room. This time, nine people had their hands in the air. Maureen, Vy, and I were the only ones who hadn't voted for execution.

"What is it that's keeping you from making this decision?" Ted asked.

"His age," Vy said. "My son's twenty-four," she said. "And all I can think is that he doesn't always make the best decisions. He's not done growing up yet."

Jack turned toward me. "You're the same age as Bourne. What are you doing with your life?"

I felt my face flame. "I, um, probably I'll go to graduate school. I'm not really sure."

"You haven't killed anyone, have you?"

Jack got to his feet. "Let's take a bathroom break," he suggested, and we all jumped at the chance to separate. I tossed the dry-erase marker on the table and walked to the window. Outside, there were courthouse employees eating their lunch on benches. There were clouds caught in the twisted fingers of the trees. And there were television vans with satellites on their roofs, waiting to hear what we'd say.

Jim sat down beside me, reading the Bible that seemed to be an extra appendage. "You religious?"

"I went to parochial school a long time ago." I faced him. "Isn't there something in there about turning the other cheek?"

Jim pursed his lips and read aloud. "If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. When one apple's gone bad, you don't let it ruin the whole bunch." He passed the Bible to me. "See for yourself."

I looked at the quote, and then closed the book. I didn't know nearly as much as Jim did about religion, but it seemed to me that no matter what Jesus said in that passage, he might have taken it back after being sentenced to death himself. In fact, it seemed to me that if Jesus were here in this jury room, he'd be having just as hard a time doing what needed to be done as I was.

4:02 P.M.

Ted had me write Yes and No on the board, and then he polled us, one by one, as I wrote our names in each of the columns.









I hesitated, then wrote my own name beneath Vy's.

"You agreed to vote for death if you had to," Mark said. "They asked each of us before we got picked for the jury if we could do that."

"I know." I had agreed to vote for the death penalty if the case merited it. I just hadn't realized it was going to be this difficult to do.

Vy buried her face in her hands. "When my son used to hit his little brother, I didn't smack him and say 'Don't hit.' It felt hypocritical then. And it feels hypocritical now."

"Vy," Marilyn said quietly, "what if it had been your seven-year-old who was killed?" She reached onto the table, where we had piled up transcripts and evidence, and took the same picture of Elizabeth Nealon that the prosecutor had presented during his closing argument. She set it down in front of Vy, smoothed its glossy surface.

After a minute, Vy stood up heavily and took the marker out of my hand. She wiped her name off the No column and wrote it beneath Marilyn's, with the ten other jurors who'd voted Yes.

"Michael," Ted said.

I swallowed.

"What do you need to see, to hear? We can help you find it." He reached for the box that held the bullets from ballistics, the bloody clothing, the autopsy reports. He let photos from the crime scene spill through his hands like ribbons. On some of them, there was so much blood, you could barely see the victim lying beneath its sheen. "Michael," Ted said, "do the math."

I faced the white board, because I couldn't stand the heat of their eyes on me. Next to the list of names, mine standing alone, was the original equation I'd set up for us when we first came into this jury room: (A + B)-C = SENTENCE.

What I liked about math was that it was safe. There was always a right answer -- even if it was imaginary.

This, though, was an equation where math did not hold up. Because A + B -- the factors that had led to the deaths of Kurt and Elizabeth Nealon -- would always be greater than C. You couldn't bring them back, and there was no sob story in the world big enough to erase that truth.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it's the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

I erased my name on the board. Then I took the pen and rewrote it, becoming the twelfth and final juror to sentence Shay Bourne to death. Copyright 2008 © Jodi Picoult

Reading Group Guide

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In her fifteen novels, Jodi Picoult delves deep into the most troubling contemporary social issues, writing fiction that the New York Daily News calls "intelligent, often moving, and always ripe for book club discussion." In Change of Heart, she examines a convicted killer on death row, Shay Bourne, who has taken the lives of Officer Kurt Nealon and his young stepdaughter, Elizabeth. When Shay discovers that his victim's living daughter, Claire, is desperately in need of a heart transplant, he sees his only chance for salvation. Standing in his way, however, is the law and a mother filled with anger and revenge. On his side are some unexpected allies — a Catholic priest who had a hand in Shay's sentencing; an ambitious attorney who, despite her deep convictions against capital punishment is determined to see Shay die on his own terms; and a community who sees something in Shay that gives them hope. Picoult expertly intersects matters of the state and matters of the spirit to probe questions about the meaning of salvation and who has the power to determine the fate of the soul.


1. The author uses several famous quotations from some of the greatest thinkers in history, including Lewis Carroll, Voltaire, Woody Allen, Mother Teresa, Mark Twain, the Dalai Lama, Bono, Friedrich Nietzsche, and Albert Einstein. What effect do these philosophical tidbits have on the telling of this story? Which one resonated most with you?

2. Discuss the theme of belief in this novel. What does Shay believe, and who believes in him? Apply this same question to Maggie, Michael, and June. Did this story call any of their beliefs intoquestion? Which ones?

3. When Shay is moved to the I-tier, some very strange things start happening — water turns to wine, Calloway's pet robin is brought back to life, a tiny piece of gum becomes enough for all to share. Some call these miracles while others call them hijinks. What do you make of these incidents? Were you convinced that Shay had divine powers, and if so, at what point did you make that conclusion?

4. Michael tells Maggie that "there's a big difference between mercy and salvation" (142). What is that difference? Which characters are pursuing mercy and which are pursuing salvation? Which, do you think, is granted in the end for each of the main characters?

5. Having lost a daughter and two husbands, June's life is fraught with grief. How do you see that grief shaping her character and informing the choices that she makes? Do you think she makes choices in order to reconcile the past or in hopes of a better future?

6. How do the three religions referenced in this book (Judaism, Christianity, Gnosticism) imagine the presence or reappearance of the divine? Compare Michael's vision on p. 71 with Rabbi Bloom's explanation of the Jewish Midrash on p. 96 and Shay's depiction of heaven on p.106.

7. Consider the passage on p.165 where Maggie thinks "the penitentiary [Shay] was referring to was his own body." In what ways are some of the other characters in this book (Claire, Maggie, Lucius) imprisoned by their bodies?

8. Discuss June's questions on p. 184: "Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy's dying wish?" How do the characters answer this question?

9. June thinks that if Claire accepted a heart transplant from Shay Bourne and had to absorb the emotional pain of her father's and sister's murders, it would be "better to have no heart at all" (238). This statement eerily echoes Shay's own statement to June that her first daughter, Elizabeth, "was better off dead." How do you feel about the adults in this novel making such grave choices over the life of a child? Do you feel like they are being protective or presumptuous?

10. Why do you think Shay never puts up a real fight for his innocence? Do you believe he is resigned to his fate or is an active participant in choosing it? Has he made the ultimate sacrifice or is he just trying to make the most out of circumstances beyond his control?

11. Does Change of Heart have a hero? If so, who is it?

12. In Change of Heart, religion seems at times to bring characters together and at others to drive a wedge between them. Ultimately, do you think religion unites people or divides them?


1. Go to to see what your state laws are regarding capital punishment. Discuss the statistics you find there.

2. You can write letters to inmates on death row by contacting Death Row Support Project, PO Box 600, Liberty Mills, IN 46946.

3. Save the money you'd normally spend on wine or food at your next book club meeting. Instead, help sick kids like Claire by donating to a children's hospital or research fund.

4. Watch a video and listen to Jodi Picoult talk about Change of Heart at

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ms. Picoult knows how to pick them. She takes a topic and truly makes you think. I wished at times to have Shay's perspective but then this book probably wouldn't have been so powerful. The different view points got a lot across and I was so enthralled with this book. It tested the limits of even my beliefs but I realized that is what she wanted to do. She wants to make you think about where you are and have you come to your own conclusion. She never says what is right or wrong and that's why I come back to this author time and again. Maggie had to deal with the faith she had and a client who really didn't want help. He had things figured out just wanted to go through with them. Father Michael say things that even he wasn't sure were happening. Lucius, the cell mate next to Shay, was shocked by all that he saw. June doing her best to deal with the deaths of her loved ones wasn't sure she could accept the one thing that could keep her life going. This is one book that will keep you turning pages from every point of view. It does test boundaries but like every other book I have read by her truly makes you think. This is definitely going on my list of favorites for just how open she is with all sides of the issue. I can say I am not for the death penalty but I can see in which instances it might be the only way. Ms. Picoult really does her work and it shows on each and every page.
Mickfin More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book. It kept me reading and intrigued. I love the fact that the story is told from each persons perspective. It really makes you stop and think. I had trouble relating to the mom though. As a mom myself, I would have done it in a heart beat. No pun intended.
Bellella121327 More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book so first by Jodi Picoult, I cannot wait to read more by her, I love a great storyteller and she is that!!!..I don't understand the bad reviews but i guess to each his own..I'm adding Jodi to my fave author list, cant wait to read more by her..! It was a great story kept me wanting to find out what next..! Great book, in my opinion..!
CaveGirl More than 1 year ago
A must read for anyone and everyone. Definitely makes you think and see all sides to the situation. One of my favorite Jodi books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not her best book- I have read mostly all of her books and was put off by this one. Didnt keep my attention vs. her other novels where I was able to relate more throughout the entire book.
pocketrob More than 1 year ago
Worth reading if you like her other stuff. Heavy on the religion but not preachy. Not a terribly surprising ending, but good. Worth the time. *SPOILERS* Jodi sure does have a thing for transplants.
Sara26SR More than 1 year ago
No matter what the subject of her books, Jodi Picoult has a definite way making her characters come alive. Good Read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My favorite of her books! Really makes you think.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a great read.....I love her writting!!!! Couldnt put it down...was hooked frim the first sentence
SBum More than 1 year ago
Anything by Jodi Picoult is a must read but Change of Heart is by far my favorite of hers. I highly recommend!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing,picoult continues to write real life fictionin ways most can not.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At first i was hesitant to buy it because some people said it dragged, but when i read this book, i fell in love!!! Its a really good book and if you are thinking about buying it, dont wait any longer because you wont regret it!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldnt put it down......
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was great.. Couldn't put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read it in a book club and couldnt put it down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im now hooked on jodi picoults books after first reading my sisters keeper then change of heart! Excellent ethical topics in both books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read several Jodi Picoult books over the years, and generally enjoy her approach of using several different viewpoints to tackle controversial subjects. While the novel did borrow heavily from Stephen King's "The Green Mile" and was filled with the standard Picoult preachiness at times, I did still find it enjoyable, thought-provoking, and, bottom line for rating purposes--a page turner. I do have one criticism in that many times the various narrators would describe Shay as someone who could not seem to string together two coherent sentences, but then when dialogue is provided of him talking to them, this does not appear to be the case at all. Sometimes in the story Picoult shows him rapidly jumping from one subject or thought to another (usually to illustrate the narrator's just made comment that he can't string sentences together), but more often than not he speaks in completely coherent paragraphs staying on the same subject matter. There were a lot of sub-stories going on in each of the narrator's personal lives, which added additional interest, and not all seemed to be resolved, but isn't that like real life? Comparing it to some of her other books, I would say it is not on par with Nineteen Minutes but head and shoulders above The Tenth Circle. A good and worthy read overall.
Humbee More than 1 year ago
I have to preface this review by saying that I love Jodi Picoult's books! I'm a belated, but staunch supporter of her books and writing style, although after several of them, I'm starting to see the formula raising its hairy eyeballs. And, that's saddens me because I suspect she's smarter and better than that. Nevertheless, of her books so far, this is my least's "The Green Mile," on cold syrup. A young man (a carpenter, no less) is accused, convicted and sent to death row for the rape and murder of a child, and murder of her step-father. As appeals and time leads up to his actual execution, he is shown to be a Saviour figure to the death row inmates, the media, jail staff and the community. He mysteriously calms the hearts and minds of fellow death row companions, heals them and hands off a miracle or two with few words, and humility. His main goal is to give his heart away. This, as I said, isn't one of my favorite Picoults. The plot runs too slow and wordy for my tastes. Religion really is not the problem's just a story a little too long in the tooth and a little too old hat. Ms. Picoult might do better with a creative idea that doesn't hang on a recent national event, national medical scrutiny, current national crime or an old movie. I know she's a wonderful writer...she's got the books and credentials to prove it. And I love her other books, so far! If you're out there, Jodi, please give us something more which is not taken and revamped. I know you can do it because I've read it. For instance: What's really up in New Hampshire? I used to live in Hanover, so, believe you me, I know there are some very tasty bits of interest up in that community that would make for some great storytelling! Just don't write about the tragic death of two professors and you'll be home free! Respectfully yours, Humbee
snowbird922 More than 1 year ago
This was the first book I read by Picoult and I will tell you I was truly disappointed not only did the story drag a bit but the feeling that I was reading "The Green Mile" was very strong and it at first gave me an instant distaste for the writer herself. I wound up enjoying the book half way through the middle and when I say enjoying it wasn't one of these books where you become attached it was just ok reading. I think the only thing that actually kept me interested was the different type of religious views being that it is one of the things I enjoy studying. However other than that I felt no attachment to the characters the story was predictable and the ending left me unsatisfied. I will try and read another of her books soon and hopefully it will not leave me with the same opinion of the writer that I have now.
eddirector More than 1 year ago
I think Jodi Picoult is one of the best authors I've found lately, and enjoy the way she can turn both a phrase and a plot. This book however, is much too predictable. The title gives away the ending, plain and simple, and takes the punch out of all the events leading up to it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read all of Jodi Picoult's book. She is one of my favorite authors. I have to say I was disappointed with this one. Not much of a story of what actually happened in her househould and to close to the move Walking the Green Mile. I read it though because I kept thinking, it will get real any minute but it never did. Oh well, I'm sure they can't all be great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am addicted to Jodi Picoults books! Their like candy! Although her subjects are a little too far out, i still read her because she creates characters that you just cant get enough of, she doesn't drag out plots like cerian authors that i have read. In this new and provocative novel, it talks about the death penalty, and a guy on death row wants to donate his heart post execution, but the person who needs the heart is the sister of his victim.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Her spouse drove the vehicle with his wife June and their daughter Elizabeth inside when they were blindsided by a drunken driver her husband died in the crash. Kurt Nealson, the police officer who pulled the two females out of the wreckage, became a frequent visitor of the widow and her offspring and eventually he and June married. Seven moths pregnant June hires carpenter Shay Bourne to make some needed home repairs. He kills her second husband and Elizabeth. At his trial, he is convicted and sentenced to state execution, but never explains why he committed the homicides. Eleven years later Shay is on death row about to die as his appeals have run out. June¿s daughter Claire needs a heart transplant and Shay offers his as their hearts are compatible. On the day he arrives in Concord in the 1-tier Secure Housing Unit strange things happen to those around him. He brings a bird back to life and a man with AIDS is miraculously healed while a piece of bubblegum turns out to be enough for every inmate. His lawyer, who opposes the death penalty, works overtime to get Shay¿s conviction changed so that they can use his heart. Crowds gather outside the prison wondering outside if the Messiah has returned and if so why inside a murderer. --- Every book that Jodi Picoult writes seems to reach her audience on a primal level. There are things readers do not know about the homicides especially why Shay committed them or if he is a healer or a con artist. Readers want to believe he is the Messiah because there is something compelling about him in which those who know him insist he is not evil. The author evokes strong emotions and opinions from her fans as much as those displayed by Shay¿s lawyer, June and Claire. --- Harriet Klausner
indygo88 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I felt that this was a pretty typical Jodi Picoult novel -- not my fave, not my least fave, but still very enjoyable. Her novels do tend to follow a pattern, after you've read a few, but regardless, I still enjoy each and every one (thus far, at least). As always, she chooses controversial topics and takes a fresh view of them & presents them to the reader in a way that tends to be very gripping. The thing about this one I really thought interesting was that Picoult overlapped a few characters from her novel "Keeping Faith", which happened to be the most recent of hers that I read & was fairly fresh in my memory, so it was interesting to see these characters taking a peek in this one.
sharlene_w on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Good storyline, interesting read. It was predictable, but my biggest complaint was the coincidences that tied the characters together. Examples: The priest who sat on Shay's jury and now is ministering to him in prison as he awaits the death penalty. The heart surgeon who conveniently hooks up with the attorney who represents Shay. I think writing in a couple more characters would have made a more believable story rather than using characters to cover more than one base--especially when there are multiple characters like this. I'm a Jodi Picoult fan though. She does come up with interesting plots.