Honestly, I don’t quite know how I ended up with this book. It isn’t something I would normally read, which means that, as Queen of Procrastination, it was destined for that moment when guilt drives me to catch up on the books-I-don’t-want-to-read-but-I-said-I-would-so-pull-up-the-big-girl-panties-and-do-it.
Reading the book, I can see where the religious sort would like a book that speaks to the question of faith and it’s effect on agnostics and atheists. In this case, a 14-year old boy and his brother who find themselves in an ultra-religious school, just before the older brother is murdered.
In a way, it is not just religion that is in question in the book, but also that constant teenaged question, ‘why am I here?’ Of course, we all suffer the same question at many times during our lives, but it is understandably an urgent question during the difficult teenage years, when so much of life begins to change, when ‘who am I’ is as important as ‘why am I here?’
The story sums up, for me, in a conversation between Father Kevin, the school priest, and Johnathan.
I told him that it didn’t matter how many gods he read about, he would always come back to the fact that believing in God-in any god-requires faith. And faith means believing in something you cannot prove.
Overall, I would only recommend the book to those who don’t think as I do, that the cosmos is a giant experiment, an unknowable consciousness beyond our comprehension, beginning over and over again, searching for an unknowable answer to an unknowable question. Creation, study and obliteration, time and time again. What vanity, to think we small, vicious animals could be of any interest to a consciousness so vast?
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