When Mia was in seventh-grade Latin class, she learned that her name derived from the classical word for ‘mine.’ The teacher made a joke about it, saying it was surely the most selfish name in the class. But Mia had only smiled weakly, wondering what her parents had had in mind. Whose was she, exactly? Her father’s? Her mother’s? In spite of their devotion to each other, they hadn’t named their daughter ‘Ours,’ leaving her to believe she had to choose a side.
Jodi Picoult, Mercy