Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

I enjoyed Outlander. I didn't really know much about it when I started so I was not at all sure what I was getting into. I had heard of the TV show based on the series of books, but I knew nothing of what the story was or anything.

This first book of the series starts with a nurse who has returned from World War II, Claire, and is on a vacation with her husband. She goes to a kind of mini-Stonehenge and suddenly falls through the rock somehow and ends up in Scotland in the 18th century. She ends up with a Scottish man named James.

I enjoyed the book. It's a good, gripping story, and you really get the feeling you're in another world. It was more of a "bodice ripper" than I had expected. Nothing vulgar or even "hot and heavy" or at all embarrassing, but a bit more detailed about Claire and James' love life that I expected.

As everyone probably knows, this is the first of a series of books and it is a series on TV as well. I will try to see at least some episodes of the show. I haven't decided yet if I'll read more of the series. Right now my to-be-read pile is very high, so I'll wait at least a while.

Where'd You Go, Bernadette: A Novel by Maria Semple

Author's website

This book was enjoyable but I wouldn't call it great or compelling. It was kind of weird.

Bernadette is the name of the narrator's mother. The book is a compilation of emails and documents that slowly unveil the story of Bernadette's disappearance. The family -- the daughter/narrator, her father and mother -- live in Seattle. 

The father works at Microsoft and there's a kind of sub-plot of him, his project at Microsoft (mind-controlled robots) and his affair, or really one-night-stand with his administrative assistant. The mother, Bernadette, is an architect who won the MacArthur genius grant before the daughter was born, and now stays at home and seems to be almost agoraphobic, hardly ever venturing outside her house. The daughter, named Bee, goes to a private school and the super-involved parents, especially two mothers, at the school are central figures in the story, too.

A central part of the story is the fact that the family is planning a trip to Antarctica as a reward for Bee's excellent grades. Before they go, though, Bernadette runs away, escapes, actually, and the family does not go on the trip as planned. Later Bee and her father go, after Bernadette has been gone long enough that many consider her dead or lost forever. Bee has not given up hope, though, and continues to look for her mother.

Because the story is revealed through a bunch of different documents, there are many voices and viewpoints. It's not my favorite way to read a story, but it wasn't as frustrating as that device sometimes can be. I still wanted to keep on reading and find out what happened. The characters and plot are interesting, but I guess I didn't think they were that realistic. Kind of cartoony.

Anyway, it's a light read and not bad.

Bad Religion by Ross Douthat

Author interview

Last night one of my book clubs discussed this book. I must confess I did not read the entire book. I got about halfway through. As our meeting drew near, the leader of the discussion told us that if we had not finished the book yet, to read the final chapter where the author outlined some of the author's conclusions and suggestions, and I did that.

My dad also read the book and he remarked it had a lot of numbers. He quoted the line, "There are lies, damn lies, and statistics." True words, but it is pretty evident that church attendance, at least in North America is shrinking.

A big part of our discussion centered on the demise of institutional Christianity, or even more specifically, of denominations. One member, a pastor, said that when he is leading classes for new Christians he includes a discussion of why we should be thankful for the institution of denominations. One reason is that there is someone to appeal to beyond the local church or minister. There won't be a Jim Jones when you're in our denomination. I also am grateful for the ability to do more than a single church could do. Our denomination has a few colleges, a seminary, and many ministries throughout the world.

It was interesting, though, to talk about the future of denominations. Another member said that he had been personally saddened by the, what he feels is, the impending demise of his denomination, not only because of shrinking numbers but also theological divides. He talked about churches doing ministries on a micro-scale, more one-on-one, training each other and holding each other accountable to live out our lives, no matter what we do, as Christians.

In the book, Douthat gives a kind of history of Christianity in the US. He talks about how churches and Christian scholars had authority and influence in the past. He brings up renowned Christians such as C.S. Lewis, Reinhold Niebuhr and others who were looked at and listened to as people who had some authority and credence, but now we don't really have that kind of thing anymore.

Douthat talked about the "accommodationists," who try to figure out ways to make Christianity more accommodating to the general society. I can see his points but I don't really think that those kinds of changes are what caused people to stop going to church in as large of numbers as they did before.

I have a friend who was brought up in a mainline Christian church, he was active in the church's young people's group and his parents are still  active in church. But my friend married a woman who has no desire to participate in a church and, seemingly, no faith. Their life is taken up with family activities, their kids' sports and work and the feeling I get is they feel that their life is fine and they just don't need church life. My friend and I have not talked a whole lot about our personal beliefs but he doesn't have anything against religion or faith and I think he even prays and feels he does believe in God. I look at them and I have no idea what could cause them to desire to increase their faith and become a member of a church community.

Douthat, at the end of his book, talks fairly optimistically about the future of Christianity. He says:

...Christian witness needs to be public and evangelistic as well as intimate and personal....The future of American religion depends on believers who can demonstrate, in word and deed alike, that the possibilities of the Christian life are not exhausted by TV preachers and self-help gurus, utopians, and demagogues. It depends on public examples of holiness, and public demonstrations of what the imitation of Christ can mean for a fallen world...Only sanctity can justify Christianity's existence; only sanctity can make the case for faith; only sanctity, or the hope thereof, can ultimately redeem the world.

(If you, like me, need a reminder of what sanctity is, the definition is, "The state or quality of being holy, sacred, or saintly.")

The Girls From Ames by Jeffrey Zaslow

The Girls from Ames website

I read this book at the recommendation of my friend Barb. I could see immediately why she liked it. Barb had told me about her experience with high school friends, a large group in a small town high school, and I had also seen evidence of the great love of her closest friends as she went through some incredibly tough times in her life.

When I first started reading The Girls From Ames, I wasn't sure if I'd stick with it. It seemed a little shallow and not terribly interesting at the very beginning. But as I got in further, I became more and more interested in the friendship and the women themselves.

Here's a quote that made a lot of sense to me:

Bottom line: Women talk. Men do things together. Researchers explain it this way: Women's friendships are face to face, while men's friendships are side by side. In research labs, women have even proven themselves better than men at maintaining eye contact. Women's bonds are explicit. Men's feelings for each other might be strong but their feelings are more implicit.

 The girls loved each other and stuck with each other through thick and thin, but they were not always kind, especially when they were younger. There was one event they call "the intervention" when they were quite unkind to one of the girls, giving her a bunch of negative feedback about herself. Probably most of us can relate to this kind of thing. Sometimes the urge to talk everything through can bite back, if what is being said is not constructive, or said in love. For this girl, at the age of 16, the effect of this "intervention" actually turned out to be positive, partly due to good advice from her mother, and to her own maturity:

"After feeling beat up by my friends and going home and telling my mom, she said exactly what I needed to hear. She did not go to the other moms to try to fix everything. Instead, she reminded me that I was a smart, funny, kind person who had a lot to offer and I had plenty of other friends. 

"This was a great lesson in parenting for me. It is not our job as parents, to go to coaches, teachers and other parents and try to make everything run smoothly for our kids...They're trying to make everything just right for their kids. They want a perfect world for them. But I've come to see that our job is to help our kids become people who are capable and believe in themselves enough to deal with the world..." 

In the days after the intervention, Sally says she felt the need to take an honest look at who she was. That soul-searching process turned out to be a gift she gave to herself. "...I realized that although I sometimes made mistakes, I was pretty happy with the person I had become and didn't feel the need to change for anyone. It was wonderful and comfortable and a huge relief to come to that realization..."

This group of women friends gets together every year. They've supported each other through the death of one of their own, sickness and death of children, cancer for several of them. That friendship and love is an amazing thing in their lives.

It made me appreciate the friends and friendships in my life. Friendship is certain evidence of God's love in our lives. I enjoyed reading about the friendship of these women and reflecting on my own.

Hiroshima in the Morning by Rahna Reiko Rizzuto

Hiroshima in the Morning

A friend was reading this book and said she wished someone else would read it so she could talk about it. She said a little bit about it and I thought it sounded good so I ordered it.

My friend had said that many of the reviews of Hiroshima in the Morning were all about how the author went to Japan and ended up leaving her husband and children. I was interested to hear that happen "live," when another friend said something like that when I mentioned I was reading this book. She said something along the lines of it being a book about a woman who goes by herself to Japan and discovers she likes it so much she leaves her husband and children.

I don't think that's quite an adequate summary of what the book is about. The author does go to Japan by herself, leaving her husband and two young children at home in New York City. She goes to do research for a novel she plans to write that includes the things that happened to Japanese-Americans who came back to Hiroshima right after the bomb. She was inspired by the life of her Aunt Molly. Molly was an American citizen who, like other Japanese American people, was interned during the war. Then she goes to Japan right after the bombing and sees all the devastation that caused. Then eventually she went back to the US to live the rest of her life. The author wrote, "Aunt Molly may, at that point, have been one of the few people still alive who had lived the unique Japanese American triptych of the internment, the American occupation of Japan and the atomic bomb aftermath."

At the beginning of the book the author explains that she applied for a grant she found in a journal, after being urgently encouraged to do so by her husband. To her surprise, she wins the grant and finds herself planning to leave for 6 months in Japan. She and her husband married when she was just 17, and by this point had two little boys. She writes about how she had never actually lived by herself before, and when she was first in Hiroshima on her own, she started thinking about her girlhood in Hawaii and says, "Solitude has led me back to the last time in my life when choice was not collective."

I thought that was an interesting sentence. I can relate to the feeling of freedom when I am on my own and can decide what I'll do based only on what I want, rather than wondering and trying to guess what my husband would want. When I'm with my husband I don't actually notice the "collective decision" process, but when I'm not, I do notice the difference.

As she is doing her research in Japan, the author is also working through the loss of her mother. She starts to feel her mother's presence beside her, in a way. But as time goes on, she loses that feeling of her mother's process. It seems to be a part of her process of learning to be on her own.

At first she can hardly stand the homesickness of not being with her husband and children. She and her husband are both heartbroken and even wonder why she ever decided to leave. When 9/11 happens, it deepens those feelings. At one point the boys both get the flu and the husband has to deal with two children throwing up all over, cleaning them and the house up all on his own.

After a while he begins to resent the fact that he's carrying the entire burden alone, and doesn't even read or listen to her talk about what she's accomplishing. When he and the boys come to visit her in Japan, it's pretty much a fiasco. A few times she needs to meet with people for whom she's waited a long time to get an appointment, and he doesn't see why her work should take precedence at any time while they are there visiting.

She draws a comparison of the before and after of her relationship with her husband, 9/11 and Hiroshima and the bomb:

So there is that moment, then; the last breath of before: when life is about to change, utterly and forever, into something we have no way to conceive of. When the trajectory is already being drawn and there is no way to stop it.

Have we been living in that moment all along?

This talk of the "before moment" sticks in my mind. It goes along with my constant feeling that we never know what will happen in the next moment or hour or day of our lives. This feeling started when my brother called to tell me he had been diagnosed with ALS, and then 6 months later he was gone. One moment he was there, then he wasn't. We never know what's around the next curve; all we do know is that Christ will be there with us.

I didn't see in the book exactly when the author and her husband actually divorced, but I assume they did. In the book she ends when she goes back home after the six months. The afterword is 10 years later and she just says that her "marriage unravels." She calls the book a memoir, and that's what it is, a memoir of her 6 months in Japan.

I found the author to be a sympathetic person. Reading her thoughts and memories as she is living away from her husband and children, I feel convinced that she loves them. I don't feel like I can condemn her for deciding to leave them, and that isn't the central subject of her memoir, although coming to the point where you can see that her marriage is unravelling is a part of the story, for sure.

It was interesting to read about her finding her way in Japan, not easy in Hiroshima where many people do not speak English. It was also very interesting to read the accounts from the people who lived through the bomb. At first when she tried to get the witnesses' stories, they seemed to kind of recite a story, but after 9/11 they opened up more and told honest, more open stories of what they had seen and how they had felt. Incredible what they went through.

True Compass by Edward M. Kennedy

So, yeah, this is Ted Kennedy's memoir. I probably would not have picked it from a shelf, but someone loaned it to me and said they'd enjoyed it. Now I can't remember who loaned it to me. I thought it was my friend Sally but she says it's not her. I can picture her face in my mind telling me she'd gravitated to the biographies and picked this up -- but I've got the wrong face in my brain. Hopefully it'll come to me or someone will ask.

Anyway, I did enjoy the book. It was interesting to read about him growing up in that nearly mythical Kennedy family. Ted was quite a lot younger than Jack and Robert but he was highly influenced by them. And they did a lot for him.

I liked the tone of Ted Kennedy's book. He wasn't bragging and he wasn't being defensive. He seemed to be trying to be honest. I believe that by the time he was writing this he knew he was near the end of his life.

I wondered what he'd write about the "Chappaquiddick incident." He didn't go into a lot of detail, but he did tell the story. I actually never heard any accounting of the whole story -- only the bits about how he had gotten himself out of the water but not the woman he was with, Mary Jo Kopechne.

He wrote that they were only acquaintances who'd met that night at a gathering. When she needed a ride to the ferry, he was happy to have the excuse to leave. Then there was the accident and the car slipped off a bridge into the water. He says that he can't even remember how he got out of the car and he dived back in for Mary Jo many times and couldn't see her. He hoped she'd gotten out but was afraid she hadn't; he got help and others also dived in and could not see her.

About the hours after the accident he wrote that they have been "copiously recorded....my devising and rejecting scenarios with Joe and the others...; swimming across the channel...; elaying in reporting the accident. My actions were inexcusable." He also said he's lived with the guilt of causing an innocent woman's death for years and felt that he should atone for it.

After reading about all that he did and tried to do, I think it's a shame that he was not able to make the big changes in healthcare that he was working for. I wish he would have succeeded. Our healthcare is so terribly messed up, and he did honestly seem to have devoted most of his political life to trying to ensure that everyone, regardless of their income or status, would have the basic health care that everyone needs.

Never in My Wildest Dreams by Belva Davis

I read this book for a book club. My overall assessment is that it was good, rather more interesting because it is about a "local girl" but I didn't feel like it was extremely well written or compelling.

Belva Davis is a journalist/reporter in the Bay Area. She was born in Louisiana but nearly immediately was given to her Aunt Ophelia and her husband, who had no children, to be cared for by them. When Belva was 3 her aunt died and Belva then went back to her mother & father's home and for the rest of her childhood was shuffled around from one part of the family to another. She wasn't always badly treated, but she was pretty much unwanted, there was a period where she was molested by one of her male relatives, and when her father was under the influence of drugs and alcohol she was abused, so her childhood was an unhappy one. It got to a point where Belva was ready to commit suicide. She didn't do that but she did decide to escape somehow.

By high school they were living in Berkeley and she attended Berkeley High. They were integrated but Belva experience many instances of discrimination, at places of business refusing to serve her and many other things.  She got married at 18  and had two kids. Belva worked throughout her marriage and eventual divorce. Eventually she started to write and became a reporter. She had many jobs around the Bay Area and ended up with a career at NPR.

It was interesting to read about the experience of growing up as a black woman, especially as she was experiencing the changes that happened in the '60's and '70's. When I try to figure out why I didn't particularly love the book, I think it's because I didn't feel like I got to know her well enough. When I read of all that she went through, it is a marvel that she turned out so strong and successful, but I feel like I didn't really learn how that happened.

So, a pretty good book.

Island Under the Sea by Isabel Allende

I read a different book by Isabel Allende previously and didn't like it particularly. I can't remember the title but the thing I didn't like was the spiritualism, or mysticism, or whatever you want to call it, that was in it. There were things about ghosts and spiritual worlds that I didn't enjoy having as part of the story.

This book, however, I liked a lot better. It is well written and has some very interesting characters. It's told in first person by "Tete," who starts out as a slave in Haiti, called Santa Domingue at the time. You learn a lot about the history of Haiti, which was interesting since it's been in the news lately with the flooding and all. Tete and her family and friends leave Haiti for Louisiana later in the book, when the revolution is going on in Haiti.

It's good writing and I was interested to read what was going to happen next. I didn't find it super compelling -- I read a different book in between starting and finishing this one -- but I did want to finish it.

Hunger of Memory by Richard Rodriguez

Richard Rodriguez was a speaker at the Festival as well. He's an interesting man. He is an essayist. I was going to write, he's got lots of opinions. But that's kind of a dumb thing to say.

Anyway, this is a memoir. He and his family were immigrants from Mexico, and he grew up in the Sacramento area. He talks quite a bit about the experience of learning English after only speaking and knowing Spanish in his home. He writes about the intimacy of the language they use at home vs. the public language of English in school. The experience was very significant, maybe even traumatic for him. He talks about the guilt of hearing his parents' halting English, about losing his ability to speak easily in Spanish although he continued to understand it fine. He also talks about being a "scholarship boy," someone who doesn't fit in with the people around him.

Although the process of getting his education in a different language than he'd learned as a child was traumatic, Rodriguez is definitely not a proponent of bilingual education. He sees it as part of a "decade when middle-class ethnics began to resist the process of assimilation -- the American melting pot." This reminded me of Ayaan Hirsi Ali. She talks about assimilating, too, and the need for Americans (and other countries) to have some beliefs and standards that people must agree to when they live in the country. It makes a lot of sense and I can see where speaking the language would need to be a part of that. I'm not so positive, though, that having some bilingual education would necessarily prevent the learning of English. I'd hope that it would be a gentler way to learn English. But it's true that the pendulum often swings too far.

I like the book. I haven't finished it yet but I plan to.

Eat This Book by Eugene Peterson

I saw Eugene Peterson at the Festival of Faith & Writing. What a wise man he seems to be. He wrote The Message Bible which is an amazing thing. I would have thought that was written by a group of people. Imagine sitting down and rewriting the entire Bible!


This book, Eat This Book, is about reading the Bible, "A Conversation in the Art of Spiritual Reading." I have not finished it yet but it's good. It is written in a very conversational style. The title is based on a verse in Revelation where an angel tells John to take a book and eat it; it will make your stomach bitter, but in your mouth it will be sweet as honey."


I've just started the part where Peterson is writing about Lectio Divina. I've participated in some of that in a group but have not tried it myself. I'm eager to read what he says about it. He is trying to be practical and really describe what to do.


In one part he wrote about praying after reading the Bible and asking, "How can I obey?" I'm reading a devotional that has a short passage for each day. Last night's passage was the parable about an enemy planting weeds among the seeds a farmer had planted (not the one where there's different soils). In the parable the farmer sees the weeds and decides not to take them out because he may mistakenly take out the good with the bad. He says he'll separate them at harvest. When I prayed after, it seemed to me the way I could obey was to continue to grow strong in the Lord regardless of the "weeds" around me. A kind of simple answer but not simple to do.

Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese

Last night one of my book clubs met to discuss Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. We all liked the book.

It's about twins who were conjoined at the head and separated after birth, born in a hospital in Addis Ababa to an Indian nun. They were brought up by an Indian couple living and working at the hospital.

We wondered about the name. "Cutting for stone" is in the Hippocratic oath so we knew that was part of the reason for it but we weren't sure what the phrase actually means. One member said it meant quarrying, searching for something, which made sense.

Our discussion drifted when we started talking about the way the two boys in the novel would fall asleep with their heads touching, as they'd been in the womb. We started talking about sleeping with our siblings and having our kids join us in bed. My kids all learned to go to Randy's side of the bed because I couldn't take their wiggling around and bumping me.

We all liked the character Ghosh a lot. He was like the boys' father, although not their biological father. He was a rock, everyone could rely on him and he always had sage advice.

I recommend this one, too.

I Feel Bad About my Neck by Nora Ephron

I heard of this book quite a while back and thought it sounded like it'd be fun to read. Nora Ephron wrote quite a few screenplays I like -- You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, My Blue Heaven, When Harry Met Sally, to name a few. I thought of this book again last week when I tried to take a picture of myself.

I'd posted a new profile photo on Facebook and my sister Jan said she'd like to see my new haircut. I thought I'd take a picture on Sunday morning. I sat in the chair and held the camera with my arm extended and took a "selfie", as Cori called it. I couldn't get one that I felt was acceptable! My neck! I've always been self-conscious about my chin anyway, and unfortunately the getting old thing does not help. Cori told me the secret is to take the photo from way up high. Maybe I'll try that. Or Photoshopping may be the answer.

Anyway, I've started reading the book. Each chapter is an essay. The title is from the first essay. Here's a bit I liked, "If I pass a mirror, I avert my eyes. If I must look into it, I begin by squinting, so that if anything really bad is looking back at me, I am already halfway to closing my eyes to ward off the sight."

Actually, I don't avoid mirrors too obsessively. I've grown to accept myself a lot more than I used to. I still hate seeing my big old pot belly but I don't let it get me all crazy.

I'm enjoying the book. It's amusing.

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

Here's a note about the Pivot Book Club discussion of this book:

"One theme that supposedly was in the book was some similarity to the story of Jacob in the Bible. I know the story but I actually read a few chapters of Jacob's story in the Bible, trying to find the similarities. Of course, the main character's name is Jacob, and there is one place that the discussion questions referenced where Jacob in the book uses a stone for a pillow just as Jacob in the Bible does. But I just didn't see a lot more similarities than that. I'm probably missing something. 

"We talked about the title a bit. The phrase came from a scene in the book where a fellow resident in the home where Jacob lives says he carried "water for elephants" in the circus when he was young. Jacob gets very angry about this and calls the man a liar because elephants drink way too much water for anyone to have carried it. We wondered whether there might be even more meaning to the title than that. Sherri noted that that particular phrase began the whole story of Jacob's life. 

"As we talked about the circus animals, we drifted into some discussion of deciding what we will and won't eat when you know how much animals feel and think, humane treatment of animals, the way we are so distant from the actual source of our food. Robin said she does try to eat organic food and meats where animals have been treated humanely, such as grass fed and cage free. She told us about her husband's upbringing with raising some of their own food. Sherri's grandparents raised some of their food on their farm, too, and Sherri grew up at least having exposure to that, but when you think of our children, they are very distant from the actual animals who provide their food. Elida talked about visiting a relative in Mexico who actually killed a chicken and a turkey right in front of them. It was so intense for her and her brother that they couldn't eat."

All in all I enjoyed the book. At first I didn't like the way it skipped from the present, when Jacob is in a nursing home, to the past, as he remembers his life story. But I got used to it and especially the second time around I found both scenarios to be interesting.

The Nazi Officer's Wife by Edith Hahn Beer

My mom recommended this book to me. A friend of hers had recommended it to her. It's a very interesting story of a Jewish woman who kind of hid in plain sight during World War II. She lived in Vienna when the war started. She took on the identity of a friend and went to Germany under that assumed identity, then ended up marrying a man who eventually was forced into becoming a Nazi soldier, an officer.

It's pretty unreal that that could have happened. She did tell the man that she was a Jew before he married her. Somehow he still married her although he also bought right into the belief that Jewish blood is bad blood and all that sort of thing. They had a child and once he saw that it was a girl he was pretty much finished with the whole thing.

Jewish people who did this kind of thing, hiding in the open, were called "U-boats".

It's really a good read, I thought. I enjoyed it.

Not a Genuine Black Man

And now we're up to the one we're reading for our next meeting, Not a Genuine Black Man. This was chosen as San Jose's book for the city to read. The author grew up in a white neighborhood in Oakland.

I'm looking forward to hearing what the club members will have to say. The author writes about several instances of prejudice, where he's stopped and mistreated simply because he's black. He writes about how often now people accuse him of not being a "real" black man. I think that happens because he doesn't talk with a black accent or maybe because he grew up in a white neighborhood. It's an interesting read.

The Shack continued

So last night was book club, discussing The Shack. We were a small group, some people had bowling and others had different conflicts. It was a good discussion, though.

Dan asked whether there were any scenes that people found particularly memorable. His example was the one where the main character is told to be the judge, in a way that God is. He was told, you have 5 kids, choose 2 to go to heaven and 3 to go to hell. After agonizing a while, the main character asks if he could go to hell himself so none of the kids have to.

I mentioned the way that God keeps saying she's "very fond of you." That reminds me of a sermon illustration by John Liu, who described God as a father who took out a wallet and had a huge folding fan out of photos, trailing to the floor, then he takes one, points to it and says, "This is my son, John. I love him so much." I like illustrations of how much God loves me, and us.

Another comment someone made was that they liked the way the Holy Spirit was an actual person. Often you picture the Holy Spirit as something different than a person. We had a brief discussion about the fact that God the Father was portrayed as a woman, and we all thought it "worked".

We ended up not yet choosing a date or our next book. We'll do that via email.

The Shack by William Paul Young

This is our next book club choice. I haven't started it yet. I wanted to wait until the meeting was a little closer, so I have it fresh in my mind. I don't think anyone in the group has actually read it yet but some were planning to because it's being talked about quite a bit right now.

Here's what my brother Joel said about our choice: "I think your group will like "The Shack," Mavis. I read it and I've talked about it with quite a few people. It's not top flight theology, though it's not a disaster either. And as literature it's pretty pedestrian. The power comes in a reconciliation theme in a chapter called "Festival of Friends." The book seems very helpful for people from broken or abusive backgrounds. At synod, I met a pastor who works with 20 somethings in Tucson. He gives out "The Shack" by the boxful. "