Goodreads reviewer Scarlet had it right: "Who the hell speaks only in Haiku??"
Another one of those highly rated Jodi Picoult books that left me vowing to stop believing the average ratings.
This was just Yuck. It gets one star for the Holocaust story but points deducted for the weirdness (see Haiku statement above), inaccuracies (third-degree burns affect nerve endings, so you are not in pain), and involvement and placement of Minka's fantasy story.
Definitely done with Jodi. Which is a shame, because she has a few gems.